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detectiveinchicago · 5 years ago

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Sparks Fly: Chapter 10

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Note: Hi guys! I’m sorry for taking so long with this chapter. I had problems with chapter 9 too, Tumblr deleated chapter 9 idk why. Thank u for all the comments and reviews, you are amazing. If you want to be tag in this story please let me know. English is not my first language. Enjoy xxx.

DISCLAIMER: GIF IS NOT MINE.

WARNING: Bad language, mental illness, PTSD and drugs mentions.

What smell was that? Lemon maybe? Caitlyn could feel her head throbbing. She was going to need an urgent Tyrol. Why did her eyelids suddenly feel so heavy? How long had she been asleep? Light. Why was there so much light? Couldn’t someone turn it off? Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the white light. She opened her eyes slowly as she concentrated on the beeping of the machines.

“You’re awake.” Why was Kenny even talking to her? God, was last night a dream? Judging by the pain in her shoulder, she could tell it had been real. She finally finished blinking and turned her head on the pillow to see him. He had a bruise on his jaw she was sure he hadn’t in the warehouse.

“Who did you fight with?” Caitlyn asked in a raspy voice, “What happened to your face?”

“Your brother punch me” Kenny replied

“Oh, God” Caitlyn muttered “I’m sorry” she added embarrassed

“He’s furious that you didn’t tell him we were married” Kenny informed her, “I think you missed that little piece of information, it was a beautiful family reunion”

“My brother and I are not exactly on good terms” Caitlyn replied with a small cough.

“Were you ever on good terms?” he asked raising his eyebrows, pouring a glass of water and offering it to Caitlyn

“Thanks” Caitlyn drank “FYI, the relationship is worse than ever, did Will intervene?”

“To be honest, he was more concerned about your medical history.”

“Of course” Caitlyn replied, “Did you ...?”

“Yes, no latex, no penicillin, and no opioids” Kenny informed her. Caitlyn smirked, he still remembered it.

“Did Will try to stop Jay?” she asked out of curiosity

“I think he was too shocked to think” Kenny said, “Jay tried to make me his punching bag in the waiting room” He said. Caitlyn lowered her gaze to look at his knuckles and Kenny seemed to read her thoughts “I didn’t hit him, I have my anger under control, thank you very much for asking” replied the annoyed by his gesture.

“I said nothing Kenny” Caitlyn replied

“But you thought about it” he replied, getting up from the chair next to her bed.

“Why are you coming if you’re always going to be mad at me over nothing” Caitlyn rolled her eyes

“Well, even if you haven’t been there for me when I needed you, I’m here for you” Kenny replied dryly before heading out the room. Caitlyn leaned her head against the pillow. Perfect. Yet another problem to add to the list. She closed her eyes. Maybe she should get some more sleep. Her shoulder was killing her. Where were opioids when she needed them?

“Caitlyn! Your husband told me you were already awake”

Dammit. She just wanted to go back to sleep.

“He’s not ... Never mind” Caitlyn mumbled “Good to see you again Dr. Marcel”

“I’d say the same if it weren’t because every time I see you you’ve been stabbed,” Dr. Marcel said and Caitlyn smirked, “And because you altered Maggie’s waiting room”

“Sorry about that” she wrinkling her nose “I’m sure it was a disaster”

“I thought it was going to be worse, to be honest” Dr. Marcel replied as he took some notes from the monitors and a nurse walked through the door “Dr. Choi and I were ready to intervene but your husband never raised a finger” he informed her as Caitlyn raised her eyebrows.

“Really?” she said “We have been separated for almost five years, technically he is my husband but we are not together” Caitlyn commented to the doctor as the nurse changed her bandage.

“Maggie must surely still be mad at Jay for disturbing the order in the ED” The nurse told her with a small smile

“Will told me that Maggie rules the ED” Caitlyn answered causing a laugh from both

“He’s not wrong” Dr. Marcel replied, “You don’t want to mess with Maggie”

“I’ll write that down for future references,” Caitlyn said with a brief smile.

“Since the stab was in your shoulder and provided that no nerves were damaged, you just needed 48 hours in here so you will leave tonight”

“Tonight? I have slept for almost a day?” Caitlyn asked

“Yes, it’s 6AM so you still need to wait for tonight” Dr. Marcel answered, “You will need to rest Caitlyn for a few weeks and you won’t be able to chase anyone for almost a month until you come back here”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, “I forgot how much I hate to be hurt”

“You guys need to get a hobby” Dr. Marcel answered shaking his head “Cops keep telling me how much they hate to on desk duty”

“I don’t have time for a hobby and all the hobbies I have are sports” Caitlyn told him while the nurse finished taking a blood sample.

“I would also recommend you to take painkillers” Dr. Marcel added writing something down in her file.

“Opioids?” Caitlyn asked while he looked at him.

“He told me you have some history with oxy” and by “he”, Caitlyn assumed Dr. Marcel was talking about Kenny “But we have to sedate you to remove the bullet and then we gave you small doses of painkillers”

“You must have seen my file, I had a lot of things when I was a teenager and I was really closed with oxy” Caitlyn said.

“Don’t worry but you will have to monitor your pain in case you need them” Dr. Marcel informed her “How much pain from one to ten do you have?”

“Maybe a seven” Caitlyn answered

“That’s not so bad,” Marcel told her, “We can work with that, I will see you next week, if you feel your pain increasing you call me” He finished before getting off her room.

“Hey “ O.A greeted standing at the door with Jess, Clinton, Hanna and Sheryll.

“Hey guys” Caitlyn smiled briefly

“How you feel?” Sheryll asked, sitting in the chair that Kenny previously occupied.

“As if a truck had hit me” Caitlyn replied sitting on the bed

“You were lucky the guy had such poor aim” Clinton replied, “He was close to the neck”

“Please” Caitlyn replied “I’m a tough bitch, he needs more than a stab to kill me”

“I told you she will say that” Hanna told Clinton.

“What happened with the case?” Caitlyn asked.

“It turns out that this guy was a psychopath as we expected, but he was medicated, sometimes he had these breaks where he went out to kill” Jess informed her about the case “He stopped taking the medication, accumulating the prescribed pills and with that, he drugged his victims “

“We think he started accumulating pills a year ago after his mother died,” Sheryll added.

“I took the trouble to take a picture frame of her mother, look at this” Hanna said handing her a bag of evidence. Caitlyn took it and raised her eyebrows.

“She looks just like Amelia Roberts” Caitlyn observed.

“And similar to all his other victims” Hanna added, “She was an exotic dancer before she became a prostitute”

“We talked to some neighbors, and they lived in the same house their whole lives, the neighbors said that the mother was quite a character and not in a good way” Sheryll informed her.

“How many victims?” Caitlyn asked.

“Fifty-five at the moment but labs are still running” Jess replied.

“And the lipstick?” Clinton added, “The mother had a box full of red lipstick”

She took a brief nap after her friends left, promising to meet them that night for a drink at a bar called Molly’s. They were going to join her brother’s unit for a job well-done celebration. They had discovered who the murderer was and he would spend a lot of time behind bars.

“Hey” her brother Will greet her “Marcel told me you looked good”

“It still hurts though” Caitlyn commented giving him a small smile.

“You and Jay must stop getting shot or stabbed or you’re going to drive me crazy” Will muttered taking a seat in the chair next to her while Caitlyn giggled “Kenny was still here” Will committed causing her to turn to look at him, “I told him to go to rest but he seemed to be angry when he left“ he added curious

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, “He’s always mad at me”

“You know Jay wanted to kill him when he found out, right?” Will added by pouring a glass of water to his sister and handing it to her.

“Dr. Marcel told me, did Kenny hit him?” Caitlyn asked curiously to see what story her brother was going to tell her.

However, Will confirmed Marcel and Kenny’s story.

“He didn’t raise his hand” Will shrugged “Jay was being a jerk, I probably would have hit him if I were Kenny.”

Caitlyn shifted uncomfortably in bed for having judged Kenny too quickly, although she would continue to maintain that her husband had gotten angry with her for no reason.

“So ...” Will began, “Are you going to tell me how this all happened?”

“We got married and then we weren’t married anymore” Caitlyn replied and her brother rolled his eyes “Truth is, nobody ever made me feel like Kenny”

Will raised his eyebrows “That’s a revealing confession isn’t it?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes “Shut up”

“Why didn’t you get divorced? You’re not together, ” Will asked curiously.

“It was too painful at the time to see us again and then it was just easier to stay married, the taxes and all that” Caitlyn replied distractedly, although she never believed she could have the courage to let Kenny go for good.

“Are you telling me you didn’t get a divorce because of your taxes?” Will asked, raising his eyebrows.

Caitlyn glared at him “It’s harder than you think, Kenny will probably always be my great love”

Will nearly choked on his glass of water, “Excuse me?”

“It’s ... difficult” Talking about her feelings with her brother was harder than she thought “My feelings are complicated; God, I’m doomed” Caitlyn snorted, resting her head on the pillow.

“I couldn’t tell you if it’s bad or not, but he seemed worried about you when you came” Will commented, scrutinizing her.

“PTSD sucks” Caitlyn told him “It’s what ruined my marriage”

----flashback----

Even though Kenny had PTSD he had never had major problems, yes he had nightmares, yes he sometimes had bad and terrible days, and yes he had seizures but Caitlyn knew herself that coming back from the war was more than difficult. That’s why she didn’t judge him. She understood him and tried to give Kenny space when he needed it.

However, they had a case where a veteran sniper with PTSD, a war hero, had killed five people after his best friend, another soldier, committed suicide. Caitlyn knew that her husband was struggling. She had mixed feelings about the case, but Kenny was showing signs of stress. The night before she was sure that he had not closed an eye and he was quiet.

That night Caitlyn had fallen asleep while Kenny was still watching television. However, she woke up hours later to moans and complaints coming from her husband. When she settled into bed still half asleep herself, she saw Kenny shifting between the sheets and murmuring in his sleep. Caitlyn looked at him carefully. Should she wake him up? That was probably her first mistake.

“Kenny” called Caitlyn moving him by the shoulder and approaching his face “Kenny, wake up”.

Kenny opened his eyes suddenly and Caitlyn received a punch that destabilized her and made her back up before she could even move, Kenny had her arms immobilized to the bed.

“Kenny!” Caitlyn moved to escape his grip “Kenny!” she exclaimed again as he left her arms and started choking her “Kenny is me” she said raising her arms and trying to touch his face as she felt the air escaping from her throat “Ken ...” she repeated unable to finish his name due to lack of air.

When she saw spots in her vision and as her arms tried to touch her husband’s face, she moved her legs and kicked him in the testicles. To which Kenny responded by coming out of his reverie and leaning over on the bed in pain.

Caitlyn crawled out of bed to the floor as she tried to catch her breath. Once she could stop seeing dots in her vision, she got up on shaking legs and locked herself in the bathroom. She slid through the door to the floor and sat there as she tried to get all the air back into her lungs. Caitlyn knew how PTSD worked, she believed that everyone who returned from the war somehow had PTSD, if it wasn’t for the war it was for life.

She didn’t judge Kenny, but she had to admit that being attacked by the person sleeping next to you in bed was scary on another level. You think she would be used to that kind of thing and she was, but not at home, in the place where she was supposed to be safe. She hated to admit it but it was the same feeling she had when she was still living with her father, walking around looking over her shoulder because she never knew when she was going to get a bottle from the back. And she hated to admit it too, but Kenny in that state scared her a little. She knew that in her work she looked fearless and reckless, but deep down she just wanted to feel safe and have someone to hug her at night.

Caitlyn walked over to the mirror and noticed that her cheek was swelling and that her neck had grip marks. She got out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen in search of ice to get high; she sat on the couch while tilting her head, holding the ice.

He had already suggested therapy, a dozen times at least, Caitlyn had begged Kenny to go to therapy for him and when she noticed he didn’t want to do it she asked him to at least do it for her. It didn’t work either. He insisted that he was fine.

Caitlyn leaned back in the chair with her head spinning and fell asleep. The next morning, she awoke to the sound of the coffeepot and as she remembered what had happened the night before, Kenny offered Caitlyn a cup and sat next to her. They both sit in silence, taking the first sips of coffee. Kenny reached out and ran his fingers across Caitlyn’s neck. She just looked at him and pouted.

“I’m sorry” He said finally.

“I know” Caitlyn replied.

“I’m sorry” Kenny repeated “I didn’t come to tell you yesterday because I thought you wouldn’t want to see me”

Caitlyn fell silent and took another sip of coffee.

“You’re good?” she asked after a while.

“Yes,” Caitlyn replied turning to look at him “It doesn’t hurt, but I’m going to report sick for work on Monday, I don’t think the swelling will go down by then” She could tell that he felt guilty, however that wasn’t enough for her.

----flashback----

“Do you have PTSD?” Will asked her.

“Nope, Kenny used to but I think we all have PTSD, if it’s not war, it’s life” Caitlyn answered looking at him “He used to have episodes and he refused to go to therapy” she added “so I left, I didn’t want to repeat cycles”

“Like dad?” Will asked curiously

“Yes, like dad” Caitlyn answered briefly and Will could tell she was in a bad place “Dad got the worst out of me”

“What do you mean?” Will asked, raising his eyebrows.

“He made me feel on the edge all the time” Caitlyn answered looking aside “I never knew what was going to happen, he made me feel anxious”

“Dad was complicated”

“Dad was more than just complicated,” She said “I was just a teenager and he was such a bad person, I was supposed to enjoy the senior year and instead I ended up almost drunk every day”

“How could you…?”

“I ended up in hospitals, a lot” Caitlyn explained “And doctors gave me oxy, a lot”

“At that time I thought you were still going to Stanford” Will whispered “I’m sorry” he added taking her hand into his.

“It’s okay” Caitlyn said, “Truth is; it was easier to explain my injuries since I used to be an athlete, doctors believe me”

“I’m sorry” Will repeated.

“I know, I’m afraid that I will become addict to oxy at any second, the doctor once told me I wasn’t abusing pain killers because I was in real pain because of my injuries” Caitlyn confessed “But I realized know that I was really closed of becoming an addict”

“I saw your medical record, you needed those painkillers,” Will told her “I wished that Jay and I had been more attentive”

“I know you tried, I mean, I have been angry all these years but you are trying now and that’s enough for me to talk to you at least,” Caitlyn said with a little smile “Because Jay is definitely not talking to me”

“He is just trying to do things right” Will added

Caitlyn rolled her eyes “You should have seen how he looked at me when we were working, he hates me”

“He doesn’t hate you, he is just angry” Will told her.

“If you say so” She answered unconvinced

“You should talk to him” Will suggested.

“I will not talk with him, if he wants to talk then he should come to me” Caitlyn answered. If there was one thing Caitlin and Jay shared, it was that they were both stubborn when it came to pride. Will doubted either of them would give their arm to twist.

“You are both so stubborn” Will said, shaking his head.

“Stubbornness is in the family” Caitlyn answered briefly.

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ladyhistorypod · 5 years ago

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Episode 13: Only the Good Die Young

Sources:

Ryu Gwansun

History Channel

Internet Archive

Wikisource

Korea(.)net

Further reading/viewing: Pantheon, Memories of Cell No. 8 (YouTube), A Resistance Trailer (YouTube)

Brittany Murphy

Investigation Discovery

ET Canada (YouTube)

Biography, Brittany Murphy: The Mysterious Circumstances Surrounding Her Untimely Death

Rotten Tomatoes, 11 surprising things you probably didn’t know about ‘Clueless’

Buzzfeed

CNN

Alice Ball

Biography

National Geographic

Oxford Museum of Natural History

ScholarSpace University of Hawaii Manoa

Chemistry World

Click below for a full transcript of the episode!

Alana: So the title of this episode is Only the Good Die Young, right? Haley: Yeah. Alana: And I know it's a song. But that's not even true, because people are complicated, first of all, and all dichotomies are false dichotomies, even that one, because there are some true dichotomies. And goddammit that's a Hank Green quote. Lexi: Yet another episode where the Greens slipped in. Alana: Because I love one man and his brother. [INTRO MUSIC] Alana: Hello and welcome to Lady History; the good, the bad, and the ugly ladies you missed in history class. I'm not quite with Lexi. Lexi, what's the worst part about doing this on Zoom? Lexi: Dang. The worst part about doing this on Zoom is if I wanted to make cocktails and give them to you guys I would have to mail them and then the ice would melt so that would really suck. Alana: Also almost here is Haley. Haley, what's the best part about doing this on Zoom? Haley: Seeing your lovely faces. We spent like three, four years together just seeing each other every single day and that was the worst part about going to grad school was I didn't have you guys. Alana: And I'm Alana and I haven't spent this much time in a closet since 2014. Haley, laughing: Oh, shit. Lexi: That's good I love that. That adds a little light. Alana: A little levity. Oh my god Haley’s losing it. Lexi: A brief warning about the following story. This story includes police brutality and torture. If these subjects are uncomfortable for you, please skip to the next story. Archival Audio: Arirang Lexi: You just heard the song Arirang, an approximately six hundred year old folk song which is on the UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage List. During the fight for Korean independence, protesters sang the song as a symbol of Korean spirit. We will tell the story of one of those protesters today; Ryu Gwansun, listener suggested by my sorority sister Kate. Shout out to Kate. My sister from George Mason. I love her and she suggested this lady and it was a really good suggestion. Alana: Wait it's– it's another Korean lady. Lexi: Yes. Alana: Which is the language that you studied in school. Lexi: Yes so it all comes back. And I actually had heard of Ryu Gwansun before, so I was excited to dive deeper into that story and share it with other people because every Korean teacher I ever had brought her up at some point. And if you take Korean history in a college setting, one of the days will be about her, inevitably. So every year in Korea, the people celebrate Independence Movement Day on March 1, and Koreans call this day Sam-il, which literally means three one. This annual event commemorates the protests that took place on March 1, 1919, a large resistance of Japan's military rule of the Korean people. For some context, in 1910 Japan annexed Korea without the consent of Korean leadership. Japan's rule in Korea sought to assimilate Koreans to Japanese culture. It would take a whole episode to explain this entire story and how the U. S. is involved in a whole bunch of other things, but for our purposes it is important to understand that this was like overall a really bad time for the Korean people. Korean culture was restricted, Japanese individuals moved into their land, and violent military rule by the Japanese became the norm in the Korean Peninsula. Additionally, Koreans were forcibly removed from the peninsula and taken Japan to work as forced laborers. So, as you can imagine, there was a lot of resistance to the Japanese in early 20th century Korea. One act of resistance was a protest that occurred on March 1, 1919, Sam-il. On that day, thirty three activists gathered in Seoul and read aloud the Korean Declaration of Independence, which begins “We herewith proclaim the independence of Korea and the liberty of the Korean people. This we proclaim to all the nations of the world in witness of human equality. This we proclaim to our descendents so that they may enjoy in perpetuity their inherent right to nationhood.” Obviously that was said Korean, translated to English for our listeners. This moment was just the spark that began a fire of resistance with communities across the peninsula beginning to protest the Japanese occupation. One protester was Gwansun, who had represented this moment in history for generations of Koreans and today serves as the main symbol of the March 1st movement. Gwansun was born in modern day South Korea, but of course at this time Korea was still one unified nation, so that doesn't really matter, but she was born in a province that's now modern South Korea. She was born on November 17, 1902 so happy birthday to her two days ago when this episode airs. Her father was a reform-minded Methodist and an enlightenment thinker. And in 1918, Gwansun was admitted on scholarship to the Ewha Girls’ School. It's a school that still exists today and has a long list of famous graduates. It is not to be confused with Ewha University, which is a prominent women's university in Seoul, but it is in Seoul and it is Ewha’s girls school so I can understand why people mix them up. The school, along with many others in the country, had become a hub for young activists to learn and discuss the Japanese occupation. Together, they dreamed of Korean independence, so it was very much a young people's movement, and they protested actively cheering “long live Korean independence!” Japan, noticing the schools were becoming organizing hubs for young activists, shut them down. So, Gwansun was sent back to her hometown where she continued to rally support for Korean independence among her community. The school closures were catalysts for national unity among the Korean people and ignited a wave of new activism. So everyone was like “they closed our schools, let's all get together and really start to protest.” So Gwansun recruited people to participate in protests with her on March 1, 1919. The protests would take place at the Aunae– I might be saying that one wrong, I couldn’t find in Hangul, only in English so I'm reading the Romanized version not the Hangul which is why I'm pronouncing it really badly– the Aunae Market. And soon Japanese police forces arrived and began to shoot the Korean protesters who were unarmed. And the police killed nineteen people, including both of Gwansun's parents. The police arrested many of the protesters, including sixteen year old Gwansun. In custody, Gwansun was offered a deal; if she pled guilty and outed her fellow activists who organized the event, the Japanese police would lighten her sentence. When Gwansun refused to out her co-conspirators, the Japanese police tortured her. Despite being beaten, she still resisted giving up any information, thus maintaining her role in the fight against Japanese oppression and violence. Many other women who fought for independence were imprisoned with Gwansun at Seodaemun prison. One year later, on March 1, 1920, women in the women's walk of Seodaemun prison began to chant “long live Korean independence.” The chant spread across the prison. One of these young women was Gwansun. I actually got the chance to visit this prison when I was in South Korea in 2018, highly recommend going there it's now a dedicated history museum with exhibit materials in English, Korean, Chinese, Russian, and a couple other languages. And I got to see cell number eight in the women's branch which is where Gwansun was imprisoned, and it's now dedicated in her honor and it’s set up as an exhibit for her. They had really immersive exhibits to explain her story so it was a very moving experience. After the chant, Gwansun was transferred to solitary confinement. Just two days before the end of her sentence on September 28, 1920 at the age of just seventeen, she died in prison from injuries sustained during torture. Never abandoning her beliefs, she continued to advocate in prison, writing in her diary “Japan will fall. Even if my fingernails are torn out, my nose and ears are ripped apart, and my legs and arms are crushed, this physical pain doesn't compare to the pain of losing my nation. My only remorse is not being able to do more than dedicating my life to my country." It would be another twenty five years until Korea gained independence, with Japan being defeated in World War II. Gwansun has been remembered in popular media, including in Korean films and books, and the trailer for one such film that just came out last year will be on our show notes in the tumblr, it's called “Resistance” in English, it looks really cool. I haven't had a chance to watch the whole film yet but I watched all the trailers that are on YouTube because I was just so captivated. The young actress who plays her seems really really talented so I will be watching the whole thing. Join me in watching it at some point, definitely check it out. And Gwansun is seen as a martyr for the Korean independence movement. She is still honored by Korean people to this day. A shrine was erected to her in home city. It's a really cute statue of her holding up a flag and protesting. And many scholars refer to her as Korea's Joan of Arc, but I don’t like when we compare women to each other. I really think Gwansun is Korea’s Gwansun. She is a woman who died far too young, fighting for what she believed in, and we deserve to remember her in that way. Haley: I love your note on not comparing women to women because… Lexi: It bugs the shit out of me. I just… Like, why does she have to be compared to particularly a white woman, white Christian woman. But why does she have to be compared to anyone else? She did something incredible for her people. Maybe Joan of Arc is France’s Ryu Gwansun. Archival Audio: Before you lies the most glamorous city on Earth. Hollywood, California. A city where men and women skyrocket to fame or crash to oblivion.

Haley: I'll be talking about Brittany Murphy, and with this a brief warning of death, poisoning, murder, and eating disorders. I really struggled with picking a lady today because it was either someone who recently died, which I felt very awkward talking about, or a very small child, which I just, again, mental health needed a break. However, I recently watched Clueless and there is a new ID Mystery or Investigation Discovery coming out so drum roll I had to pick Brittany Murphy. And a lot of me in remembering my deep dive of her life when she died in 2009 and she's one of the first celebrities I remember as a– like a death, like they're dying being reported, and me as a young child having that connection being like “I know who that is I've watched her movies, I've seen her, I had a connection. Also I believe it was around the time my grandfather died, so I kinda– it's been very strange. Whenever someone significant in my life has died another celebrity that had a significant impact in my life also dies around then, so that also had an impression on me. So we all know her as Tai Frasier from the 1995 classic Clueless. However, her big break actually came from becoming a regular on the sitcom Drexell's Class at age fourteen, and honestly it was no surprise that she became such a huge star because around age eight she was begging her mom to start acting, and by age twelve her mom was like “you know what, sure. Let's do this thing. We'll see what happens.” And almost immediately she was booked for gigs, and it was like gig after gig. Back to Clueless. As if - heh - I were gonna just not talk about that movie. Brittany’s character Tai is a new student who's described as hopelessly klutzy and who gets pulled under the wing of popular socialite, Cher, and once she gets that classic makeover, her popularity skyrockets. And yes, this is the movie where the main character starts dating her ex stepbrother who's Paul Rudd. Utter classic. I believe it's still on Netflix. Do yourself a favor and watch it. Alana: It’s based on Emma�� Haley: Yes, yes. Alana: And at the end of Emma, Emma starts dating her brother-in-law, so… Haley: So along with the movie being absolutely iconic, it's over twenty five years old so we get a lot of like the fun facts or the tidbits being released. And honestly, not many reference Brittany Murphy. I was really surprised by that. A lot of them of course are on like Cher, being the main character, but a lot on like the director, creator and the costume designer. But for Brittany Murphy I was like oh my gosh I just have all these fun facts in my brain that I just remember from her In Memoriam reel but I couldn't find like the evidence to back it up. But my two favorite were the insult that Tai and Cher like were arguing and Tai goes “you’re a virgin who can’t drive.” Alana: Way harsh, Tai. Haley: Chef’s kiss line. Well, Brittany Murphy was actually the virgin who couldn't drive, which I thought was hysterical. And at the time I watched Clueless I was also a virgin who couldn't drive, so I don't realize like why that was an insult like yeah, what? Alana: I still can't drive. Haley: Like do you not have a license or you’re just a bad driver? Because I’m a shitty driver but I have like– Alana: Oh, my license expires in January. Haley: Oh, okay. Also the scene where she gets hit in the head with like a clog in that like house party, it was a little bit of movie magic if you will because they did the scene with like a prop and it just looked really really fake so when they went in post they superimposed a shoe or whatever like hit her, I believe it was a clog, so the movie would look more realistic. And now I really want to rewatch the movie to see if I like they got it just right with the editing. Now doing a one eighty to her death. As I said, Investigation Discovery has a new episode documentary. In the show notes, I’ve linked it, it’s free. It calls it like episode one or something and I believe it's like forty minutes long, so it's something you can do while you're building a bookshelf, cooking dinner, trying to fall asleep; that's how I watched it, please don't read into that. And the episode documentary is not necessarily on her death that she died, but investigating it as not actually an accident from the perspective of her father really spearheading this. So her father, before he died in 2019, was like “I need to investigate this more,” did a bunch of interviews on how he believes that there is a little more to the story about his daughter Brittany Murphy dying at the age of thirty two. And a lot of my notes come from the documentary or commentary from it and I'm doing a warning in addition to my previous trigger warning that there are a lot of nine one one calls and as Investigation Discovery does, it covers the tragic story without holding anything back. So if that might be a little too much, you'll have a snippet here today. A very abbreviated version, if you will. So her official death from like LA county or like the coroner there in 2010 was said to be a combination of iron deficiency, anemia, pneumonia, and a combination of prescription drugs- like heavy doses of cold medication. But originally, the report was written as a heart attack, and I believe that one of the coroners told news outlets that her death appeared natural. I just want to pause and say a thirty two year old should not have like a natural death if it was ruled as a heart attack. And even kind of with the like documentary, I was having a hard time with like which coroner said what. Maybe that was just me watching this after my stressful life just being my stressful life with work and school. I really want to watch it with you guys too. There are also rumors that she had a drug problem and an eating disorder which could have contributed to her death, but when I was reading like some news outlets and it was like the really crappy tabloids it was like “she died of an eating disorder” and like no or like if she didn't have an eating disorder she would've lived. And there was nothing to say that she did or did not have an eating disorder per se, like at that time. I couldn't find any credible sources from 2009/2010 that she did have an eating disorder. All I could find was like “Brittany Murphy is looking really skinny” and that that’s… as a person– I’ll go out and say it– who has struggled with like eating disorders in the past, I will never say this person had an eating disorder, this person didn’t. I could not find Brittany Murphy coming out and saying that she had an eating disorder. This is all speculation. Even if it comes from a doctor, even if it comes from her dad, speculation. I’m not a doctor. Before her death, both Brittany and her husband Simon Monjack believed that they were being watched by the US government, and Brittany was reportedly a witness to Julia Davis, the Homeland Security employee who called out some of the problems within the organization. So that was kind of like a part that I– people are like “oh she could’ve been murdered, taken out by the government.” And I really didn't know where to put this note in, because it was kind of like she was saying it before she died as well, and she was, I think, a little paranoid from this. Also before her death, Simon and her mother were both sick in Puerto Rico. Brittany was filming The Caller, they went along for a vacay and things just turned nasty. You get sick, that's also like just like a common thing… getting sick on vacations. However, she was reportedly fired on like the first day and some kind of like pointed to her husband causing a nuisance on set for being like drunk and such. So things are just like being very weird. Like a lot of first like the government coming in thinking that she was being followed or watched and now being on a film set and her husband causing a huge disturbance. And sometimes still while on this island, like I said Simon and her mother got sick, so much so that on the flight home, Brittany had to give her husband CPR. And someone, I believe it was Simon claimed he was having a mild heart attack. So again we have this heart attack cause of illness coming back. So of course we get to the part where Brittany now gets a little cold, and it isn't just a little cold. She gets laryngitis. Apparently she got her second period in a month, hence the anemia. A lot of list of just the dominoes hitting the fan of she was essentially sick for six weeks, which takes a toll on any body, regardless of if you were healthy before or not. And she even had a doctor's appointment for the Monday after she died and I believe she died like on a Friday night at home. So fast forward a few months to now her husband dies, of like similar causes. And this was also sketchy because not only did he die like in the same room, same bed, his death was also ruled as quote “severe anemia and acute pneumonia.” So now like bells should be ringing off like what the fuck what the fuck, this is just a few months after her. And another weird part was that there was like an alleged scandal that he also had a relationship with her mother. Things are not adding up. Just to like wrap this whole thing up, like her father said in one of his last interviews he just didn't feel right. This didn’t sit well, and he continuously made allegations against other family members, and he just really wanted to get closure on her death. And that's basically where it ends– where it’s we don't know, we just now have all this new information and people like Investigation Discovery documentary episode are just trying to put it together. Alana: That's a heavy one. Archival Audio: From the Middle Ages, down to modern times, the magic of chemistry has fascinated mankind. Alana: So I don't have a content warning for this one aside from like she died when she was young and that's hard to talk about. Alice Augusta Ball was born on July 24, making her a Leo, 1892 in Seattle, Washington. I'm gonna make that my thing that I just note the star signs of my ladies. Both of Alice's parents and her grandfather were photographers, which meant that because of like photographic technology in the late 19th century Alice grew up around the chemicals that were used for developing photographs at the time. In 1902, when Alice was ten, they all moved to Honolulu, hoping that the change in climate might alleviate her grandfather's arthritis and other medical conditions. Alice's grandfather died two years later and the family moved back to Seattle where Alice graduated high school in 1910 with stellar, amazing, incredible, top of her class grades. She earned a degree in pharmaceutical chemistry in just two years and then a degree in chemistry in four years, both from the University of Washington. She went back to Hawaii to get her master's degree in chemistry from the University of Hawaii which was then called College of Hawaii. She was the first woman and the first Black woman to get a master's degree from the university of Hawaii. She graduated in 1915 and then that fall she became head of the chemistry department. Her thesis was about isolating the active ingredients in kava root for medical purposes, and this is why Dr Harry Hollmann, an assistant surgeon at the local hospital, sought her help. At the time, the best treatment for Hansen's disease, A. K. A. leprosy, was a pill or an ointment made from chaulmoogra oil, which was derived from the seeds of a tropical evergreen tree called the chaulmoogra. So isolating these active ingredients in plants would be an excellent skill to have if you were to research further on chaulmoogra oil and cures slash treatments for Hansen's disease. She juggled teaching and research as a twenty something. And the time management skills of this woman, that within a year she had created a water soluble solution of chaulmoogra oil which meant it could be administered directly into the bloodstream and be much more effective. It. Worked. The practice for people who had been diagnosed with Hanson's or leprosy was to group them together and isolate the group. This is where you get the phrase leper colony. One of my sources called this treatment only partially effective, but holy shit! Because of Alice, those people got to go home to their families. So I don't– partially effective? No. I hate you. I don't hate you, thank you for writing something that I could read for free, but come on. Alice died December t31 1916 at the age of twenty four, after a lab accident while she was teaching gave her chlorine poisoning because lab ventilation wasn't required yet. Her work was stolen. And this you'll see when we talk about– when I talk about Rosalind Franklin in January that stolen work of women in STEM is kind of a theme for me. Arthur Dean, the college president who took over her work after she died, but basically all he did was publish it, only mentioned her name once in the publication and started calling it the Dean Method. Luckily, Dr Hollmann was like “um. No ma’am.” and actively started calling it the Ball Method, and that's the name that stuck. And this method was used until the 1940s, so for twenty years, until sulfone drugs came onto the scene, and they work better or something. I… As previously mentioned, I am not a doctor. Just a little bit about her legacy, as of 2000, February 29 is officially Alice Ball day in Hawaii which… February 29? Really? The twenty ninth? A date that doesn't really exist? Come on. The University of Hawaii Manoa also offers the Alice Augusta Ball scholarship for students majoring in chemistry, biochemistry, biology, or microbiology. They also have a little plaque for her on their chaulmoogra tree, which is just small but I think it's cute. But Alice's work basically cured leprosy. And was just like– people weren't contagious and could go back to living with their families and living their lives and just being people. And then this is one of those things like in a general sense that I'm like, how many great, incredible, fantastic, smart, brilliant minds are we stifling due to systematic oppression? because Alice was so amazing and smart and was able to accomplish all of these things as a Black woman and overcame like– every single source that I read was like this was so strange for a woman, for a Black person, for a Black woman to be doing. So like, larger than anything that she personally could have done, which I think if she had survived this poisoning or if there were… if ventilation was a thing in labs, could she have found the vaccine for leprosy? That I don’t know whether or not we have. I can't really tell. They were working on it at one point according to one of my articles, that was in 2018 and it was promising so it might be done by now. But like what are we as a society missing out on by making life so difficult for anyone who isn’t a cisgender straight white man. Like all of these amazing… Lexi: Snaps. Snaps to that. Alana: Thank you. I'm very frustrated by systematic oppression these days. It's like Covid, systematic oppression, how systematic oppression is making Covid worse in places… Lexi: There's gonna be a Black woman in the White House. Alana: There’s gonna be a Black woman in the White House. Lexi: Just to make you feel a little better. Alana: I do feel better about that. Haley: It makes me so happy. Alana: I do like that. And then her husband is the first Jew in the White House. Haley: Really? Alana: Yeah. Haley: I really wish like we could've called him like the First Doug, because I feel like that's awesome. Yeah, the First Doug. Lexi: Second. Second, because it’s a VP’s spouse. It’s the Second. Alana: Yeah, Second Doug. Lexi: A Doug that really went up the ranks. Alana: I think the vibe that is going to end up happening is First Gentleman– Second Gentleman because that’s what they do for governors. Haley: But like I want Second Doug and then like forever it just be Doug. Lexi: Oh, it becomes Doug, even after. Haley: Yeah. Alana: I like that. Lexi: Kinda love it, it's like oh the Doug. Alana: I'm not a fan of Second Dude, I don't care for that I think that's like… Lexi: Yeah I don't like that. We need like a Spouse of President. No like a SOP. Alana: SOP! Lexi: You can find this podcast on Twitter and Instagram at LadyHistoryPod. Our show notes and a transcript of this episode will be on ladyhistorypod dot tumblr dot com. If you like the show, leave us a review, or tell your friends, and if you don't like the show, keep it to yourself. Alana: Our logo is by Alexia Ibarra, you can find her on Twitter and Instagram at LexiBDraws. Our theme music is by me, GarageBand, and Amelia Earhart. Lexi is doing the editing. You will not see us, and we will not see you, but you will hear us, next time on Lady History. Haley: Next week on Lady History, it's our U. S. Thanksgiving episode, and we’re doing a deep dive into Native slash Indigenous peoples’ history. [OUTRO MUSIC] Haley: Are raccoons like ducks where you can just like pick one up off the street? Lexi: That’s not true for ducks, we talked about this. You can’t steal wild animals.

#womens history #history

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zerolympiustrife · 6 years ago

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ZOS’ short stories 35

Title: Queen Nora Shenanigans (RWBY)

Note: This is an Medieval AU.

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*In a throne room, with the queen herself sitting on the throne, and her three loyal assistants Pyrrha (who’s an angel), Ruby (who’s a jester), and Ren (who’s a butler) are standing near her*

Guard 1: M-My queen! We bring the lowly peasants who’ve been committing egregious acts in this very kingdom!

Queen Nora: Bring the first one in!

*Cardin, who’s in chains, walks in*

Queen Nora: And for what brings you here, peasant?

Cardin: N-Nothing! I’ve done nothing wrong, queen!

Queen Nora: GUARDS!!!

*Three guards enter in, two point their spears at Cardin’s neck, and one hands a scroll over to Jester Ruby*

Queen Nora: List his crimes, fool!

Jester Ruby (reading): “Hate crime towards Faunus, attempted harassment towards female Faunus, attempted murder towards male Faunus, and assisted torture”.

Cardin (nervously): L-L-Lies! Th-Those are all lies!

Queen Nora: SILENCE!!! Fool, how should this lowly peasant be punished?

Jester Ruby: Well, my queen! *Smirking evilly* Shall we send him and his teammates to the slammer? Shall we exile him from the kingdom? Shall we forgive him of his crimes? Shall we give him...”The Tradition”?

Queen Nora (pondering): Hm... *Snaps her fingers* Give him “The Tradition”!

Cardin (scared): W-W-What’s “The Tradition”?

Queen Nora (standing up): OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!!

*Cardin starts freaking out and attempts to escape, but gets restrained by the guards and taken outside*

Queen Nora: Lady Pyrrha, have you found yourself a fiancee?

Angel Pyrrha: My queen, I’m not interested in finding myself someone to bed with. My highest priority as of now is serving you and protecting this kingdom for as long as I live.

Queen Nora: Hmph. Very well. I respect your decision. NEXT!!!

*Cinder, who’s in more chains than Cardin, walks in*

Queen Nora: And for what brings you here, harlot?

Cinder: My queen, with all due respect, I’ve done nothing wrong in this wonderful kingdom.

Queen Nora: GUARDS!!!

*Five guards enter in, four point their swords at Cinder’s head, and one hands a scroll over to Jester Ruby*

Queen Nora: Fool, you know what to do.

Jester Ruby (smugly): Aboslutely. *Reading* “Murder, assassination, torture, robbery, and attempted genocide”.

Cinder (eyes widened): M-My queen, p-please...

Jester Ruby (smirking): Off with her head?

Queen Nora: OFF WITH HER HEAD!!!

*Cinder gets taken away*

Queen Nora (taking a deep breath): My butler...my wonderful, dearest butler... *looks to Ren with sparkling eyes* I request buttermilk pancakes. Please~.

Butler Ren (taking a bow): Absolutely, my queen.

Queen Nora: But not right now. Perhaps after I deal with the next peasant.

Butler Ren (taking another bow): But of course, my queen.

Queen Nora (smiling): Very good. NEXT!!!

*Jaune, who’s in less chains than Cardin, walks in*

Angel Pyrrha (internally): G-Goodness! He’s...! *Slowly starts to blush*

Queen Nora: Alright, commoner. Are you willing to cooperate with me unlike the last two peasants?

Jaune: In my defense, my actions were for the sake of my family.

Queen Nora (raising an eyebrow): Your family?

*Jester Ruby starts drinking some milk*

Jaune: I am willing to admit that I stole money and food, forged money to buy food, committed acts of vigilantism...but again, it was all for the sake of not only my mother and father, but also my seven sisters.

Jester Ruby (does a spit take): S-S-Seven...!

Angel Pyrrha (shocked): S-S-Sisters...?!?

Queen Nora (stroking her chin): Hm...fool, what shall we do we this one?

Jester Ruby (pondering): Hm...my queen, he doesn’t seem like a bad person. If what he says is true...

Queen Nora (noticing Angel Pyrrha blushing): Hm?

*The angel attempts to hide her blush with her wings, but Nora can easily read her*

Jester Ruby: I wouldn’t recommend giving him “The Tradition”, my queen.

Queen Nora (still pondering): Hm... *Walks towards Jaune and places a hand against his forehead*

Jaune (confused): Hm?

Queen Nora (internally): Hm...I sense potential from this man...raw, untapped potential...a power that is waiting to be sparked...to be awakened...! *Speaks up* Alright, commoner! Turn that frown upside down! GUARDS!!! Unshackle him!

*The guards come in, and release him from his chains*

Jaune (still confused): Huh?

Queen Nora: Today, you shall be reformed! You shall work under me alongside Lady Pyrrha, the Fool, and my lovely butler from now on!

*Ruby, Pyrrha, and Ren’s heads pique up hearing this*

Queen Nora: As for your family, I shall demand my guards to transfer them to a higher - and more respectable - area in this kingdom! And if they refuse, I won’t take no for an answer!

Jaune (shocked): I- Um- Wha-

Queen Nora (patting his head): Consider this an honor, um...speak your name!

Jaune: J-Jaune Arc.

Queen Nora (boastfully): Jaune Arc! Your “punishment” for thievery, forgery, and vigilantism...is that you work for me now!

Jaune (surprised): U-Um...okay! Th-Thank you, my queen!

Queen Nora (smirking): Fool! Lady Pyrrha! Show our new recruit to an empty room!

Jester Ruby/Angel Pyrrha (excitedly): Yes, my queen! *Both women grab his hands and guide him out of the room*

Queen Nora (turns to her butler): And as for you~...buttermilk pancakes~...for not only me, but for our new recruit as well~!

Ren (taking a bow): Right away, my queen.

Angel Pyrrha (internally): Hmm~...I believe I found myself a fiancee~...

#rwby #nora valkyrie #lie ren #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #cardin winchester #cinder fall #zos short stories #au #renora #arkos

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yummycrummy · 6 years ago

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A joyous accasion

(DHMIS fanfic requested by an anon :)!! hope u enjoy!)

I'm sorry this took so long!! I apologize :o I had trouble with some words n stuff but anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!!!!

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(A few years ago..)

It was a beautiful afternoon on a summer day. The sky was free of any clouds, the sun was shining, and the birds were singing cheerily in the trees. Where the gang lived, in their backyard, there was a special event going on.

A line of chairs was set up in a row, and a neat, white long carpet was along the middle, making it end to a stop at the front, where an archway hung on some stills with some roses hanging off the sides. A cake was placed in the middle of a little buffet table.

In the house, Tony and Colin were sitting at the table, an assortment of papers littered across it as they frantically looked through everything, and checking off what they had set.

In one of the bedrooms, Fridge was helping Steak Guy put on his tie. His soon husband-to-be was just as nervous as he was, as he couldn't stop trembling with excitement.

"I still can't believe you don't know how to put a tie on." Fridge was saying playfully to him as he finished knotting it around Steak Guy's neck.

"You can always teach me." Steak Guy said, giving him a wink. "A few pointers, maybe?"

"You wish." Fridge smiled and looked at the mirror in front of them, sighing heavily. "Well...here we are. About to get married." He looked to his fiancé, his eyes having a little spark of glee in them. "Remember when you proposed to me?"

"I always remember when I look at you." The steak said softly, lifting a hand and putting it on his cheek, caressing it lightly.

Fridge lowered his eyes bashfully, smiling. They both jumped a little when they heard a knock at the bedroom door, and Tony's voice could be heard urgently from the other side. "Hey, you two ready yet?! The kids are getting antsy!"

"Yes, yes we're coming! Please hold on!" Steak Guy rolled his eyes, looking back at Fridge with an exasperated expression, "Geez. Can't anybody let us have a little peace?"

"Not in this house, that's for sure." They both shared a little laugh, enjoying each other's company. Every little second of every day was a day special to them both. They cared about each other so much...but they also cared for little Spinach, Steak Guy's adopted daughter.

She was only six years old, yet she was so energetic and hyper. Ever since the whole group moved in together she and another little object, a small little lamp named Larry (who was the same age as her) had grown very close. They were almost inseparable. Fridge sometimes thought one of them even had a little crush on the other.

Young love really was something special...

"I think we should go outside now. Everyone's probably waiting." Fridge headed for the door, Steak Guy at his side. "Oh, I'm so nervous..."

Steak Guy took his hand. "It's gonna be fine," he squeezed his hand. "I'll be by your side.."

Fridge timidly nodded, before they both left the room, ready to face their awaiting family.

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"Do we have everything ready?" Tony was flipping anxiously through the list on his clipboard, momentarily stopping to check his watch, his eyes in a crazy frenzy.

"Yes, Tony. The food, the decorations, the rings, oh!" Colin suddenly remembered something important. "Who's the ring bearer?"

Tony glanced up from his clipboard and looked around too, before cursing under his breath. "No one yet. We're going to have to ask someone. Or one of us will have to do it."

"But I'm the one who's going to be telling them "do you take him as your lawfully wedded husband". I cant be the ring bearer." Colin frowned. "Ask around, Tony. Otherwise you'll have to be the ring bearer."

"But I have too many things to organize, Colin!" Tony protested, anxiousness in his voice as he contiuned to skim through the rest of his checklist notes. "How many guests are arriving, when it's going to start..."

Colin smiled and slowly shook his head. He placed a reassuring hand on Tony's arm. "Calm down, Tone. Please. You're getting all worked up."

"Of course I am. This is a wedding!" Tony exclaimed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Let me take over for a bit. Go have something to drink; talk, anything. Just relax." Colin took his clipboard away from his hands. Tony started to reach out for them but he shook his finger at him. "No, no. Do as I say."

Tony opened his mouth to start protesting, but closed it, defeated. He sighed and nodded. "Fine. But won't you get all stressed as well?"

"Tony, I'm a computer. I can program all the needed information from your checklists into my hard drive." Colin explained to him. "Don't worry about a thing. I have this under control."

"Alright." Tony muttered quietly, still looking unsure.

Colin smiled again and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek. Tony couldn't help but smile widely, crossing his arms as he looked off to the side. Colin chuckled and walked off, heading for the back door out of the house.

Tony looked around the kitchen and noticed some wine. Knowing Colin was right and that he desperately needed a drink to relieve his frazzled nerves, he grabbed it and went for the living room.

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"So your daddy is getting married to your new daddy?" Larry was asking Spinach innocently. He had a wide and excited gap-toothed grin on his face. "That's so cool!"

"I know!" Spinach said back, smiling. She and Larry were outside playing in their little sandbox, building sandcastles. "I'm kinda nervous."

"Why?" Larry asked, his attention drawn to his current sand-house, but still concerned for his friend. "You'll have two new daddies to play with!"

"I-I know." Spinach bit her lip. "What if..they fight a lot?"

Larry's eyes raised to meet hers, his face unreadable. He frowned in thought before saying, "Then just tell 'em to kiss and make up."

Spinach giggled a little. "Maybe.."

"C'mon, quit thinking scary things. Help me build a sand doggy!" Larry said, sticking his tongue out as he kneeled down, inspecting his creation he had in his hands.

Spinach bent down and began to help him, pushing sand towards him as he started to build. She was still worried for what the future would hold for her and her new family, but as long as she had Larry with her, she knew she'd be ok.

- - - -

Soon, the rest of the objects had gathered in the backyard. Colin And Tony has decorated it beautifully. Small rose petals were lined across the small carpet that led to the archway, along with some white chairs and a table for the banquet.

Tony stood at the front, Steak Guy and Fridge standing in front of him, both smiling nervously at each other. The clock cleared his throat and began to read the stuff that is said during a wedding, and soon, little Spinach cane jumping down the aisle with a flower basket, along with Larry, who was carrying the two rings on a pillow.

"Do you, Fridge, take Steak Guy to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Tony asked, looking to the object magnet.

"I do." Fridge looked to Steak Guy, tears of happiness in his eyes.

"And do you, Steak Guy, take Fridge to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Tony asked SG.

"I sure do." Steak Guy grinned widely, taking Fridge's hand.

Tony closed the book proudly, exclaiming, "I now pronounce you husband and husband! You may now KISS!"

And they did!!! ❤️

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END :D

#ehehe 💖#fanfic #DHMIS

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verobatto · 6 years ago

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Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. VIII)

It was a love story, from the very beginning.

(5x01)

Number 42 is a very Destiel number

Hello my friends, here we are now starting season 5 with this Destiel Chronicles.

I want to give special thanks to @agusvedder because she made the gifs for this meta here and discussed with me the episode. Thanks girl! 😘💕

Ok..

I can't believe you're gone

When Dean and Sam were on Earth again, one of the first things Dean said was WE NEED TO FIND CAS.

He knew they weren't alone now, they had a strong Ally be their side. And he was proud of it.

But when they arrived to Chuck's place... Reality hit him.

Castiel was dead... He couldn't believe it... He helped him to save his brother and try to stop Lucifer and now he was dead... He gave his life for them...

He try to give an excuse, because he didn't want to hear the truth.

But then... This happened...

That was the proof. Castiel was really dead. Because of him...

Look at Dean's face, he swallowed hard, and he looked to a side, with sadness.

Dean is trying to handle with that pain. Why? If you were going to help us? Why are you dead??

And then Zachariah arrived... With a very manipulative speech again, Dean didn't bought those words and immediately used the sigil to send them far away from there.

And he proudly said...

Giving honor to his friend.

Ruby/Sam as an early Destiel mirror

Aaand this is dedicated to my friend @poorreputation , she was always screaming about this mirror, and well... Here I found this example. Enjoy this gift girl.

When Dean and Sam were in the motel, Sam brought amulets...

SAM: Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter.

DEAN: Where'd you get it?

SAM: I made it.

DEAN: How?

So yeah... Dean learned the sigil from CAS... And Sam from Ruby, a demon he was sexually attracted... Nothing to see here... 😏

Another thing I want to point here, not about Ruby, but about Meg... This happened too in this episode

Meg, the female demon, kissed Dean. I just want you to keep this image, because later on this season we will have an almost kiss between Castiel and her... You know about the indirect kiss, don't you? 😏💕 (May I point here that in season 6 CAS and Meg actually KISS EACH OTHER? Ok. Nothing to see here 2.0)

42, a very meaningful number...

They went straight to find "the sword of Michael" to the storage of John Winchester...

And here is the thing about 42, has a couple of VERY INTERESTING MEANINGS. And I will share it with you...

Is the answer to the meaning of Life, the Universe and everything, and that's because Douglas Adams wrote a book named "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" in which he told the story about aliens that build a robot/machine and the machine answered 42 when they asked about the meaning of life. Of course that was a mistake from this robot, and everything was like a kind of joke. That could be related to this lie angel constructed to get to Dean and Sam. They thought they were going to find the solution for their problems with Lucifer, but they found a joke. A trap.

Talking about biblical numbers, the 42 is the number of the Antichrist... His evil efforts will last 42 months in the end time: "Then the angel gave me a measuring rod like a staff, saying, "Arise and measure the temple of God, and the altar . . . and they shall trample upon the holy city for forty-two months" (Revelation 11:1 - 2) I know we had an Antichrist later in this season, remember? But the Bible talks about the devil here, so ... Accurate with the storyline.

Ohhhhh and here comes the jam... It is too the atomic number of one element named molybdenum, you can say why the hell I'm so excited about this thing? Because if you If you go through molybdenum with light, a rainbow is born. And... You know... Dean was the molybdenum here because...

Yes! There's the light, the light from Castiel going though Dean's heart, giving born a beautiful rainbow of love 😏💕. Are you impressed with your angel Dean? He surely is happy to see him alive... And healthy...

Castiel is back, and he will protect the WINCHESTERS with his life. He carved in their bones a enochian protection against Angels. There he is, the strong Ally of humanity.

When Dean and Sam asked him about why he was alive, Cas just flew away, and the search of God began.

To conclude:

Dean couldn't believe Castiel was dead, and he could see the pain and the guilt in his face. A very early reaction to Castiel's death.

The dark relationship between Sam and Ruby, both of them sexually attracted to each other, was one of the first Destiel mirrors in the show.

The number 42 was an Easter Egg in my reading full of meanings for our delight.

The camera was focused on Dean the whole time Castiel appeared fighting as the bamf!angel of the Lord he was back then. On Dean. Focused on Dean. Again. On purpose.

Cas is now the strong Ally of the WINCHESTERS, a fallen angel, and he will protect them with his life.

Thanks to everyone for reading this. I hope you could enjoy it! C-u in the next volume!

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midnightcalibration · 5 years ago

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Merry Bobunk Christmas!

What: Short Fanfiction

Fandom: Avengers

Characters: Read the tags for the list.

Why: ‘Cos me and a friend of mine came up with the idea of giving a Christmas role to each avenger, and I decided to write this.

Words: Almost 1800 according to my text editor.

Quality: Probably with a lot of typos and awful grammar.

Stupidity level: High (I hope).

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Tony is coming back to his workshop to continue one of his most important projects of the year. He hadn't slept since whenever the last time was, but who needs sleep when you've got coffee? He pities those who can't drink the miraculous brew.

As he enters the room the first thing he notices is DUM-E fighting against the cables of some Christmas lights. The lights are winning... Oh! Now U is trying to help his brother, that's nice. Aaaand now he's stuck too. Tony can't believe he won a prize for one of those things.

"Dum-E, U, stop destroying my delicate work, if you please."

Sparks jump out of the lights.

"You know those lights are supposed to last, not turn into fireworks. Sto- Ah- great! The workshop is on fire. Congratulations! Now it would be a good time to use your skills with the fire extinguisher, Dum-E," Tony says as he grabs said object himself, "Though I'm not sure you would still point it at me, instead of the fire..."

After putting the fire out and helping his not so intelligent bots, he gets back to work. He is just a little bit tired, but he has to finish it in time.

Last years had been chaotic. He never had time to properly put on a good Christmas decoration show for everybody. It's not like he is a traditionalist, or even believes in Christmas. For him, it is a time where people start to compete to see who has the best circus in town. And he, as the Stark he is, cannot just let it pass. He is the greatest showman there is. Sorry, Hugh Jackman, not sorry.

Has he hears the "bing" of the elevator sound he looks in its direction and sees the best two presents he is lucky to have in his life. Pepper is holding Morgan's hand while the little pea giggles as she skips and pulls her mother with her. Only when they got closer he notices something is odd. They are wearing costumes.

"What do we have here?" Tony asks. "An elf munchkin coming straight from Santa's workshop? And she's bringing with her a..." what is Pep supposed to be? "Gingerbread woman? Seriously?" He snorts. "Is it because of your hair?"

"Well, this Santa's little helper here thought you might need a sweet cookie to help you work," Pepper replies.

"Ok," he snorts again, "that sounds like something you would never say."

"Well, I didn't say it, Miss M. did."

Another "bing" echoes in the air and Peter comes out rushing and talking non-stop, "Oh, So sorry I am late Mr. Stark, I had to help like half of the people I saw when coming here as well as save like seven cats from trees and woah I even found a goat on one, Did you know goats climb trees? It's amazing, I mean I knew that already but I never thought I would see one in New York, And-"

"Calm down, Speedy Gonzalez! Have you ever heard about punctuation? And, I don't know, breathing?" Tony sasses before noticing Peter is also wearing an elf costume. "Did you go around saving old ladies from crosswalks in that?"

"Oh this?" Peter looks at himself, "I wasn't sure what to dress as but then Morgan told me she needed an elf brother and I was happy to be hers!"

Okay. That makes sense, Tony guesses.

"Has the party already started?"

Tony jerks his head and sees Rhodey, in a ridiculous candy cane suit. Like, seriously, what is going on? Why is platypus wearing that colorful, er-, thing, where only his face is visible?

"What's up, honey bear? Did you get abducted by aliens, where they did all these terrible things to you, and now you have a nineteen year old college student clown soul trapped in your body? Come on, Rho-rho, you can do it! You can win the fight for the right of control. Now really, what party?"

"Ha-ha. Very funny, Tones," Rhodey says with a fake laugh. "I hope you haven't forgot that today is Bobunk day."

The fu-?

"Bobunk is my favorite!" Morgan almost squeals. "It's what makes Christmas magical."

"It sure is, honey," Pepper agrees and Peter nods. OK, maybe he drank too much coffee. Or not enough!

He turns to his desk to get his mug so he can wash down the brown liquid. It is then he notices two big present boxes near the wall, that were not there before.

"Who the hell put that there?"

"Boss, you should mind your language! Morgan has ears." FRIDAY spoke.

"Sorry honey bee," Tony says trying to ignore that the sentence "has ears" was a bit odd, in the context. Like, it is true, but perhaps not the best way to put it. Maybe he needs to check FRIDAYS NL program, and see if she's not trying to learn her vocabulary from websites where people forget the difference between "they're", "their" and "there". Anyway, the presents! What are they doing there?

As he approaches the packages, they "explode" with a loud pop revealing Nat and Clint smiling from ear to ear, with present bows in their heads, dressed in wrapping paper, and shouting "SURPRISE! MERRY BOBUNK CHRISTMAS!!!"

Okay, now he is sure they are trying to troll him. He gets it, he deserves it for all the times he did the same. It was never at this level of crazy, though. He would keep it to wit and sarcasm.

*knock, knock, knock*

The sound came from the balcony glass doors. It is dark outside and Tony can't see anyone. And who would enter through the balcony? Except for him, of course? He purposefully ignored it.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

He looks again. Nothing. He resists the urge to ignore it again, but then whoever is outside is probably freezing. And they are just pranking him in a weird way, they don't deserve to turn into ice cubes, right?

When he opens the door, he sees a snowman. Dressed. As. Captain. America.

"Ahah, joke is on you! This is more of a jab to Capsicle, not me."

"What are you talking about, Tony?" The voice sounds so much like Steve's. Where the- "Holy shit!"

"Language!"

The effing snowman is speaking. IT. IS. SPEAKING! Like, it is not Rogers dressed as a snowman. It is a effing snowman, like a real one.

"How are you doing it?" Tony is still perplexed. And not even sure he can believe Olaf here actually had enough humor in him to be passing as a snowman.

"Doing what, Tony?" the freaking snowman actually frowned.

"Make it so realistic?"

"Tony, do you always need to be so rude?"

"Wha-" *CLASH*

Tony rushes inside to see what has been broken. He hopes it wasn't anything related with his Christmas project.

He stops. Thor is there, blinking. Not with his eyes, no. He is lighting on and off in several spots. You know.... like Christmas lights!!! And he is fighting is bots!

"I challengeth thee to fight me with honor, arms of metall. Thee shalt learn the warth of the mightie lightning!"

"Pepper! Pepper Ann!" Tony calls.

"What is it, Tony?"

"What is happening? Please tell me you are seeing how weird this is. I'm not going crazy, right? I don't do crazy."

"What are you talking about?" she smiles, "You are always crazy. Come! Let's see the nativity scene."

"We don't have a nativity scene, Pepsy Pep."

Pepper chuckles as she points to two new figures. Yep! He gives up. Yep, yep. For the good of his sanity, he's going to pretend everything is normal.

Wanda is dressed as Virgin Mary, and is hugging(?) Vision who seems to be wrapped in a big blanket, and very naked under it.

"Hey there, Mary, baby Jesus." Tony acknowledges. "Where is Joseph?"

Vision replied with baby cries. Totally normal.

"I'm a single mother."

"Oh yes, of course you are. Sorry for the assumption."

"I am Groot!"

"You're right, you a-" Did the tree just talked?

"Meow!" T'Challa says, his cat tail wagging as he "paws" at panicking Bucky and Scott, who are hanging from the tree - which has grown, just a note - like Christmas tree decorations. From above, Sam and Hope are laughing. They have wings so they can fly away from the sharp claws of the King of Wakanda.

Of course this is normal. He just probably traveled to an alternate universe. He just needs to know how to go back to his sane plane of reality.

The tree is gigantic, now. It's breaking the glass doors and cracking the walls. It is threatening to destroy the whole tower. This can't be. No matter how everyone is ignoring what is happening, this is dangerous and he can't let anyone get hurt. Specially Pepper and Morgan.

He makes a gesture to call his suit, and flies outside to assess the damage. Curiously enough, nothing seems to be in danger.

"Boss!"

"Yes FRIDAY?"

"We have an UFO incoming, and fast."

"Say what now?"

He looks and sees something is coming his way. His GUI zooms on the object.

"This is normal, this is normal, this is normal."

"SANTA SMAAAAAASH!" Green Hulk Santa yells, as he flies through Tony in a sled pushed by a black reindeer with a helmet that looked the exact same as Loki's.

They smash into the tower, because why wouldn't they, right? The 'K' of the STARK lettering of the tower falls.

Then he sees it! It all makes sense, now! This is Bobunk Christmas in its perfection! This is his destiny.

Letting himself accept the Christmas spirit burning inside him, he flies to the top of the tower, that now was more tree than anything else, opens his arms and legs and turns on the repulsors, casting a magnificent light, turning into a blinding shining star.

He feels magnificent!

Everyone on the street below start to cheer and applauding the exhibition. He did it! He got the best Christmas decoration of the world!

"Stark!" Everyone shouts.

"Stark!"

"Please! This is not about me," he says.

"STARK, WAKE UP!"

Tony jerks as he wakes up.

Fury is towering over him with a disapproving frown. Everything is back to normal, since it had all been a dream.

"Stark, why are you looking at me like that?" Fury asks, with actual confusion painted in his face.

"I makes total sense!"

"What does?"

"You!"

"Me?"

"You are my Bobunk Christmas Grinch!"

THE END!

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emikvs · 6 years ago

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﹤𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙰 𝙺𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚂𝚄, 𝚂𝙷𝙴 / 𝙷𝙴𝚁, 𝙲𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴﹥; * - hello EMIKO " EMI " SATO. long time no see. i know a lot about you. like how you're TWENTY ONE, how you're a CLASSICS major, and in fact.. how you LIE AND TELL EVERYONE YOU STUDIED ABROAD FOR A YEAR WHEN YOU WERE ACTUALLY IN REHAB. would be a shame if it got out, wouldn't it ? so let's play a game. 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 ?

*itzy vc* hey hey hey ! SDBJWBDJW what’s up......its xan aha ... this is gonna be the biggest mess ever ...just winging it as i go. and u know what ? thats on on brand babey ! lets get it ...TW: drug use/mention, accidents/hospitalization ( just in case)

backstory

virginia born and raised babey ! she’s the youngest of five siblings and ...it shows. SJDBJWBDJW growing up would have been pretty chaotic had it not been for the fact that her dad was a pretty well-respected police officer in their town ! him & her mom were high school sweethearts which made no damn sense to emiko considering they’re still happily married...the concept just seems fake to her </3

while her parents had a lot of mushy love for each other, when it came to their kids they opted to take a more emotionally distanced kind of parenting style bc they didnt wanna like spoil their kids or anything but.....it wasnt exactly the best plan ! emi and all her siblings just learned to be very good liars JDSBWBDJW as kids with strict parents do

being the youngest emi took a while to get into her rebellious phase. for a while she’d just watch her older siblings sneak out and party and do walks of shame and all that jazz...and while she was always down to help them get out of trouble none of them ever really trusted her ? since she was the baby they figured she’d be the most likely to snitch which just made her really ///: bc she wanted to be included so bad

flash forward to senior year of high school and finally emi’s like . okay fuck this it’s MY turn ! her dad had recently decided to get into politics with some encouragement from the police chief so he was busy with his career and her mom was busy helping him. it was the perfect time to do what she wanted since it was less likely she’d get caught

so she goes to this graduation party.....and it’s BAD like she gets fucked up & carried away so she calls her oldest sister ( who had come back into town for emi’s graduation ) to come pick her up & on the way to get emi from this house party, her sister ends up getting into an accident

she didn’t die though JSBJDSBBWJDBWJDBJWDW just broke some stuff and ended up needing surgery ): and emi obviously got busted that night by her parents which ... wasnt pretty at all especially bc they low key blamed her for her sister’s accident which just made emi feel like pure shit babey !

visiting her sister in the hospital is what kinda sparked her fear of hospitals ! bc emi was like super guilty and paranoid that maybe her sister was gonna die or her surgery would go wrong and she’d essentially be at fault...it was just a lot of anxiety that turned into a genuine phobia of hospitals after that

but her sister made it she was okay and her dad used all the buzz and tragedy around his family to kinda boost his political career....which was ugly. her sister had been prescribed some pretty heavy pain killers for the pain & thats where things got.....messy

emi isnt sure when exactly it started but between the guilt she was harboring over her sister’s accident, the stress from her parents as her dad got further and further into virginia politics as well as college anxiety since she was about to start at the universoty of virginia.....she stole some oxy and thats what started what would be a very messy and tumultuous addiction

as soon as she started college, emi felt as if some of the weight had been lifted. she was living away from her family for the first time and dorming so she promised herself she’d take these four years to grow and figure out who she is......except that didnt exactly happen. instead of exploring herself in a healthy way, emi was using drugs as a sort of escapism from her “old” self. she’s extremely smart and she loves her major, but her professors would often comment her papers had the energy of a “rambling and troubled mind”. by the time she was about to finish her sophomore year she was getting so high people would find her literally passed out in the dining hall. but no one was that worried bc for a good two years, she was a pretty high functioning addict.

cue the summer after sophomore year when emi overdoses at a party. she woke up in a private hospital room with only her father sitting on the couch, the look on his face something she’ll never forget. while him and her mother knew exactly what happened to emi, they hadn’t told any of her siblings. or anyone at all, for that matter. instead her dad had informed the university emi would be taking a year off to privately study abroad and told emi that’s what she was going to tell people bc he’d just decided to run for mayor ! he essentially guilt-tripped her into thinking telling people the truth would be a selfish act, and one that would basically ruin the family reputation and make everyone really miserable JSDWDBWBDJW he also tells her she’s gonna be shipped off to rehab !

so she goes to rehab for a good seven months. everyone at school thinks she’s studying abroad in italy, and emi is literally just counting the days til she can go back home to her dorm bc she’s lonely !!! in rehab !!! and she gets that she should take it seriously but shes just so mad at her dad and herself and the world too ig ... just some good old fashioned angst ! but she finishes rehab and her dad got elected as mayor of her hometown in virginia and shes like good for u can i go back to school please JSBDWJDBJW and he says yes

so she’s back ! ready for the universe to give her a break.....ahaha.....

personality + tidbits

so emi......my baby......she’s a strange one. she’s that bitch that’s super nerdy but in the weirdest way like the stuff she’s into is so specific and just....generally stuff literally no one else would care about but to emi it’s like holy shit this is the coolest thing in the world JSBDJWBDJWBJD she knows a little about a lot so she has the tendency to come across as pretentious if you don’t know her outside of class when in reality she’s just read one too many random facts. also weird in the sense that she’s a STRONG believer in the paranormal and in aliens and in witchcraft and stuff like that as well as believing in things that seem “logical”. it can be confusing to people who view that stuff as silly that someone so smart would be into it.

speaking of smart.....she’s a polygot which basically means she can speak a bunch of languages ! she’s self-taught, and since she’s a classics major some of her favorites to study include greek and latin ( dead language who ? ). she’s pretty chill about it though and if you wanted to learn she’d be the type that’s 100% down to teach you. she always learns the curse words first just you know....for the fun of it ! she probably has very specific “pet names” for everyone in the friend group in random languages

anyway she’s also stupid. ASDJWBDWBJDBWJDWJD i mean like in the way that she makes the most .... impulsive decisions that usually have negative consequences. she’s the type to convince herself she knows exactly what she’s then come up with the worst plan you have ever heard in your life. an example of a dumb decision emi has made ? your girl ate a pot brownie the day after she got back in her dorm after rehab bc she convinced herself it was a good way to de-stress. some other dumb decisions include various drunk tattoos ( which thankfully haven’t been too bad save for the words eat me tattooed in small font on her ass ). also owns a stick & poke gun so she’s for sure tried to tattoo friends while intoxicated despite.....not being a tattoo artist ... she’s not even an art student .... SJBDJWBDJW....but she’s very very good at convincing people to join in on her dumb antics so be weary

big on photography !!! she loves taking pictures. always that one friend who reminds you to document the moment and you get annoyed but then when you want to post a picture on insta you’re thankful she was there <3 she has the energy of like .... the dad friend when you need support JSDBWBDJWBDJW she tries to be caring but it just turns into like ... emi high off her ass putting her hand on your shoulder and being like “you know fuck it man you’re amazing” not that good at the emotional stuff like she really wants to be but she legit doesn’t know how.......kinda accidentally turned into an emo kid bc she channels her feelings though some kick ass playlists and the notes app in her iphone instead of talking to people JSBDJWBJDBWJDBJ

she’s high key struggling but she’s the type to be like no its fine this is fine life is a ride babey better hold on ! tries to keep things flirty and fresh 99% of the time but then you’ll witness the rare emi breakdown which.....involves a whole lot of tweets that will all be deleted within 24 hours and emi will in fact deny they ever existed

really a laid-back girl but the chaotic energy is there folks......she can also very easily get into her youngest child complex if she’s upset which just involves emi being a pain in the ass and everyone having to deal with it JSBDWBDJWBDJWBDJW she likes to make it hard to say no to her.....not exactly manipulative but sometimes she can get close /: not listed in her fears but she is in fact scared of genuine love and affection ! it’s like she craves it so much she’s terrified abt what will happen if she ever gets it.......so she makes sure she’s never in danger of that by never getting into anything serious.....but then at night shes like damn . kinda want a freak to hold my hand rn and tell me they love me ... JSDBWBDJWBDJWBJDWJDW it’s all fun and games.............

ok thats it im done rambling.................this is so long..............and for what !!!!! i made her more of a clown than i intended but thats okay (: JSDBJWBDWJDBWJ emi might hate clowns but im embracing them !

#╰ ♡ . 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒋𝒊 ── ooc ! ┘#what if......u read this......and plotted with me.....aha just kidding.....unless ?

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hello!! i saw the prompt list and read your previous works (multiple times becuz they are so amazing!!) and i would be really grateful if you did 15. balter with thalexios, Just a really fluffy and wholesome moment like that between the two! thank you for your time ^^

hey my pal!! thank you, gosh, i’m so surprised that my thalexios stuff is even getting notes or what have u this is so wild.

this was so fun to do, i wanted some good alkibiades interaction so i took my chance i hope that’s okay :>

balter; to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment

Everything is tinged with the pleasant rose-gaze of too much wine, but Alexios has a steady hand at his waist to keep his feet on the floor - Thaletas is good at that, keeping him grounded - and so he carries on his aimless stumbling, lazy laughter mixing in with the haze of music that fills the room.

“I think you need to lie down, Alexios.” Thaletas speaks quietly, and Alexios hums to himself, amused at the concern he finds there in the words, spoken close to his ear. The feel of lips brushing his jaw makes Alexios smile, crooked and golden.

“Maaaaybe.” he draws out the word, having absolutely no intention of leaving.

Thaletas snorts, hiding a smile as he holds Alexios up from stumbling into an elegant banquet table. Alexios feels himself being guided somewhere then, but the music grows louder and the wine seems ever more potent, the more he drinks it. It tastes too good to leave it--

“I can’t hold you up all night.” Thaletas adds, and Alexios raises an eyebrow at that, sharp eyes glancing down at the general. A knowing smirk follows, and Thaletas narrows his eyes back at Alexios, daring him to say whatever inane thought is on his mind right now.

“You had no problem last night.” Alexios quips easily, his hands squeezing lightly at Thaletas’ arms, those familiar muscles tense beneath his own hot skin.

Thaletas isn’t quick enough to hide his smile this time, and Alexios catches the faintest tinge of red on the man’s face to go along with it. He chuckles quietly, self-satisfied with his minute victory, and pulls Thaletas closer. They’ve been at this symposium for hours, largely at the insistence of Alkibiades - who, conveniently, Alexios owes many favours to - and for Thaletas, it’s not quite an experience he’s indulged in before. Spartans aren’t quite the type, Alexios supposes.

“Which is exactly why I’m not carrying you around tonight. I need to recover. You might have been blessed with Apollo’s strength, but I certainly was not.” Thaletas says, a hand against Alexios’ body to push him back, gently. Alexios feels a breeze at his back, and he spares a glance over his shoulder. They’re outside, now, and Thaletas seems to breathe a sigh of relief when the music fades behind them. Alexios frowns, the cool air relieving him of some of the haze enough to realize that Thaletas isn’t exactly in familiar territory here.

“I’m sorry, I get carried away with these things.” Alexios sighs, a quiet shame rising in him at his lack of understanding. They’re still learning each other, still getting to grips with what they mean, but Alexios thought he was doing better than this.

“Don’t apologize. You enjoyed yourself, and so did I.” Thaletas smiles easily, the worry gone from his face in an instant. Alexios doesn’t quite believe him, and his gaze lingers on the general for a few moments longer, trying to pinpoint the man’s elusive thoughts.

“Alexios...” Thaletas notices, as he always does. Alexios remains undeterred, fingers reaching up to run gentle lines along Thaletas’ jaw, curling slowly around the back of his neck to pull him closer until their foreheads are touching. A familiar gesture. Alexios enjoys it, feels safe in it, and he hopes Thaletas does too.

“Forgive me. I forget that I haven’t led the most ordinary of lives.” Alexios says quietly, the rosy haze clearing as the evening air takes hold.

“I enjoy your stories.” Thaletas tells him, “As much as your oddities.” he adds with a grin, pulling away slightly to look up at Alexios.

“Oddities?” Alexios shoots him a look of mock offense, “Didn’t you appreciate my dancing?”

“That was dancing?”

“It would’ve been if the table hadn’t gotten in the way.”

Their shared laughter spills out over the empty terrace, the echo of the music from inside barely audible. It hums in the air long after their laughter quietens, and Thaletas slips an arm around Alexios’ waist, looking up at him with intent.

“Let me show you.” he says, lips curving into an almost-smile, and Alexios recognizes the spark in those eyes he saw long ago in Mykonos. A curiosity, above all else. Something he loved about Thaletas, even more so now than ever.

“Alright. You have my undivided attention.” Alexios grins back, letting himself be moved by Thaletas to wherever he wanted him, strong hands pulling and pushing in gentle motions. Eventually, Alexios ends up looking a little more capable of a dance than he did earlier, but as soon as Thaletas tries to step with him, Alexios mixes up his feet and almost sends them both into a passing servant. She manages to get away with a glare at both of them, amphora still full to the brim with wine meant for inside, and takes her leave of stumbling Spartans for the evening. Alexios gives up on the evening’s entertainment and retreats to sit on a nearby wall instead, far away from any laden tables or further passing servants. Thaletas’ laughter follows him over, and two warm hands cradle Alexios’ face moments later, pulling his gaze to meet Thaletas’ own.

“I suppose a pretty face makes up for your total lack of grace.” Thaletas concludes with a contented sigh, a smile still playing at soft lips.

“Hmph. A poet and a dancer?” Alexios teases, relentless, and his grin only widens as Thaletas groans, playfully shoving Alexios’ face away in exasperation.

“You’re lucky I lo-” Thaletas catches himself before he finishes his words, eyes torn from Alexios for a moment. Alexios waits, patiently, but Thaletas only turns back to him with a smile.

“What?” Alexios prompts, needing to hear how that sentence ended. He knows, in his heart of hearts, but to hear it would be a gift that Thaletas rarely gives outside of stolen moments.

“You know.” Thaletas says softly, a thumb ghosting over Alexios’ chin, eyes drifting down to his lips and back up. Alexios’ teasing grin fades into a warm smile, the kind he only shares with Thaletas, and he resigns himself to waiting once again. He knows. He sees it in everything that Thaletas does, in everything that Thaletas doesn’t say out loud.

“I know.” Alexios nods, reaching up to catch Thaletas’ hand and link their fingers together, enjoying this moment while they can.

And as if on cue, an interruption takes the shape of Alkibiades, barely-clothed in cloth that definitely doesn’t belong to him, hanging gracefully through the doorway where the sound of his delighted exclamations pulls the attention of the two Spartan men outside.

“Alkibiades.” Alexios greets him wearily, watching as the man claps slowly, walking over to them with a grin brighter than Helios.

“Am I interrupting a... moment?” the man asks, and Alexios knows full well that he’s playing, once again.

“You’re always interrupting a moment, Alkibiades.” Alexios raises a pointed eyebrow, but doesn’t hide his smile. Thaletas remains relaxed in his loose grip, and that gives Alexios comfort. Admittedly, Alkibiades had... certainly made an effort on Thaletas earlier, not that it got him anywhere. Alexios had tried to warn Thaletas, but all in all, meeting Alkibiades isn’t an event you can prepare for in any way, shape, or form.

“It’s an unerring part of my charm, Alexios!” Alkibiades brushes it off, as he does with everything else, and turns his attention back to Thaletas, blue eyes almost scrutinizing their close proximity, trying to work it out. “So, has this lion of Sparta finally been... tamed?”

“Tamed?” Alexios huffs indignantly, brow furrowed, even as Alkibiades laughs his way out of the Spartan’s ire.

“I’m not quite sure that’s possible, if it’s him you’re referring to.” Thaletas surprises Alexios when he turns to the Athenian, his words as polished as Alkibiades’, and his smile just as charming.

“Spoken like a man who knows better.” Alkibiades nods, clearly enjoying this. Unlike Alexios.

“Did you want something?” Alexios asks gruffly, wanting nothing more than to be left alone with Thaletas once again.

“Oh, yes! My olisbos. I left it somewhere nearby.” Alkibiades hums in thought, a lithe finger tapping at his chin while he looks around the terrace. Alexios just shuts his eyes and reminds himself to breathe in and out, like a rational person, in the hopes that would stop him from forcibly marching the man back inside and locking them all in.

“Olisbos?” Thaletas asks, and Alexios manages a noise somewhere between a groan of exasperation and a completely undignified snort.

“Please don’t.” Alexios isn’t sure whether his words are directed at Thaletas or Alkibiades, or both.

#thalexios #thaletas #alexios #alkibiades #x: sparta has my heart #tag: nyarmamaitar #c: alexios #c: thaletas #Anonymous

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detectiveinchicago · 5 years ago

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SPARKS FLY: Chapter 3

Chapter list here

Note: Hi guys! I was inspired so I wrote this chapter really quick! I hope you like it! Thank u for all the comments and reviews, you are amazing. I promise that Kenny will come up soon. If you want to be tag in this story please let me know. Please let me know what you think of Laura as Caitlyn. English is not my first language. Enjoy xxx.

DISCLAIMER: GIF IS NOT MINE.

As the operation that brought them to Chicago was taking them longer than expected and was estimated to take at least six more months, OA and Caitlyn were moved from their hotel rooms to two apartments near downtown, some of their stuff was brought so that they could adapt better. Caitlyn was taking advantage of her days off to accommodate some of the things in her new apartment. She painted the walls, changed the curtains and bought some furniture online to personalize the apartment, she also bought some electrical appliances like a washing machine and a dishwasher “You don’t know how useful it can be until you have it” she had once told OA when I ask about the dishwasher. Of course, she also bought a coffee machine, coffee was vital for Caitlyn. She was currently trying to set up the television table that had arrived that morning when her doorbell rang.

“Two broken wrists, a femur fracture, knee dislocation, and three ankles sprain all in one year and you’re just 29 years old. From this record, it looks like you have been in a hospital bed your whole life” Will read as soon as Caitlyn opened the door.

“Did you spy my file? Seriously Will? Is that even legal?” Caitlyn said crossing her arms over her chest.

“And this is only the info that I got from the Chicago Med record, I can’t access to your file in New York”

“Lucky me,” Caitlyn said sarcastically

“I will find out what happened one way or another so it’s better if you just tell me” Will shrugged his shoulders.

“Stay out of my life” she warned him.

“I’m your brother so good luck with that”

“And now you remember that? Where were you when mom passed away Will?” Caitlyn asked looking at him.

“You know? Jay asked me the same thing when he came back a few years ago” Will told her “You have two options here, you can shoot me straight or I will ask Jay to do some digging, either way, I have a really clear idea of what happened from your record”

“Then Detective I don’t know what you are doing at my door” Caitlyn said sarcastically.

“Did he hurt you?” Will asked simply.

Caitlyn wasn’t expecting her brother to go so straight to the point and the question took her by surprise. She wasn’t expecting so much honesty from Will, maybe from Jay but Will was way less confrontational than Jay and herself. Caitlyn was silent for a few seconds, not knowing exactly what to answer to Will’s question. Maybe it was too early to go into details with him.

“You have no right to come here and ask me questions like that” Caitlyn said after a while getting inside the house and closing the door after Will not wanting her neighbors to hear everything.

“It matters to me, I’m your brother so I have all right to ask you this” Will argued.

“It bothers me the fact that I actually have to come back for you to even care about me, so excuse if I think that you have no right to come here and ask me questions about something that you shouldn’t have known on first place” Caitlyn answered looking him into the eyes, she headed into the kitchen to make her a cup of coffee. Lord knew she needs it.

“I told Jay about this and he is really pissed off” Will commented on her.

“Then why isn’t he here?” she asked looking for the cups.

“I don’t know Caitlyn, besides am I not good enough?”

“Am I not good enough for him?” she asked turning to look at him.

“You know that Jay is stubborn as hell Caitlyn, he is still angry about your attitude the other day” Will said shrugging his shoulders.

“And so I’m not? He treated me like I was one of his suspects so excuse me if I wasn’t exactly a lady to him” she answered.

“Lord, you are both like mules” Will rolled his eyes and Caitlyn shrugged her shoulders, “Jay told me that you were on the FBI and until I saw you in the hospital I thought he was lying”

“Why? Do you think I’m not good enough?” she asked raising her eyebrows.

“No, I thought you were going to have a long career in the army if you asked me”

“Yeah well things happened” Caitlyn said shrugging her shoulders and giving Will his cup of coffee.

“You remembered” Will said with a small smile

“Yeah, black coffee with no sugar how to forget it, disgusting” Caitlyn wrinkled her nose.

“Don’t judge me over a cup of coffee” Will said rolling his eyes “How do you end up in the FBI?”

“Angelyne, one of my team partners back in the army was married to an FBI agent and after a raid she died, really sad cause she was a really good friend” Caitlyn said drinking her coffee “I already knew his husband and daughter so when he had the opportunity to lead a unit he invited me to join, probably one of the best decisions I have made in my life was to join the FBI” Caitlyn explained looking down the window.

“I liked O.A, he is a really good guy and really honest if you asked me” Will said raising his eyebrows

“Yeah, I know” Caitlyn laughed “He is probably one of the most annoying people I have ever met but he is also one of the good ones”

“So are you dating him?” Will asked causing Caitlyn to almost drown with her coffee.

“What? God no, he is dating a federal prosecutor called Mona Nazari back in New York and dating him would be like dating one of you” she replied with a shudder “Discussing, seriously”

“What’s that smell? Will said wrinkling his nose.

“I have been painting, these walls where brighten yellow when I came. No way I was going to live with that color in my walls. I told my boss and she said that it was okay after seeing that color, believe in me, worst yellow ever” she said making Will laugh “And before you came I was trying to set up the TV table over there”

“Do you want help with that?” Will asked her.

“Yeah, that would be great thanks,” Caitlyn said smiling to Will “I will make more coffee”

“Sounds good for me” Will smiled.

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idabbleincrazy · 7 years ago

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Invisible Touch Ch.5

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 2614

Warnings: um...pining?, like seriously, you might end up screaming “just kiss already!” other than that none that i can think of.

Summary: y/n and Gabriel go to a bar in town and its karaoke day.

A/N: I know I said I might do a time skip but this happened instead (gotta follow the muse where it goes, right?) and tough as it was to write, I had fun writing it. Song is from Moulin Rouge (if u have never seen it, u should!) Quotations in italics are the lyrics. I truly hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Y/f/a/d= your favorite alcoholic drink

You had finished your lunch with Gabriel without incident, finally able to have a conversation that didn’t leave you fumbling for words or wanting to flee in embarrassment. He had been quiet at first, watching you eat for a few minutes, and you had started to feel self-conscious. Thankfully, just as you could feel the flush starting to rise to your cheeks, he began talking. He didn’t further explain this morning’s upset, and you were loathe to bring it up either, so you decided to just let it go. The two of you carried on, talking about this and that, every now and then Gabriel reaching across the table to take a fry from your plate, dipping it into the chocolate frosty he had snapped up.

When you had finished eating, you continued to talk for about an hour, till you got a call from Sam asking you to go look up something in the library. You excused yourself and went to go find the book Sam had named. You quickly found the book, which was just within your reach and spent the next twenty minutes flipping through the pages and relaying the information, stopping every now and then to send him pictures of symbols that you couldn’t quite interpret. After hanging up, you put the book back and went back to the war room, slightly surprised to see Gabriel was still there.

“Boys need help with their homework” Gabe questioned, an almost annoyed smirk on his face.

“Yeah, seems they came across an older nest of vamps than they’ve encountered before. Sam said they’re stronger than the others they’ve fought, even the ones that aren’t pureblood. They got half of them before the rest made their escape. It might take an extra day to track down the rest.”

You sat back down at the table, propping your feet up. You considered something for a moment before speaking again. “You know, I’m getting kinda bored just sitting around here, want to go do something?”

“Like what?” Gabriel looked at you cautiously.

“Well, it’s five o’clock, somewhere right? How about we go to a bar, there’s one in town we haven’t been to yet.” You cocked an eyebrow at him as you spoke, wanting desperately to get out of the bunker for a while.

“Uh, sure. We taking one of the cars from the garage, or would you rather I just zap us there?”

“It would probably be best if you took us there. That way I don’t have to worry about driving back”, you respond, getting up from your chair to pull your phone from your pocket.

You quickly look up the address of the bar and an inconspicuous place for Gabriel to snap you to. You hand him your phone to look at the map and make your way around the table to where he is now standing. He hands you back your phone and grabs ahold of the sleeve of your shirt, careful not to brush against your skin, lest he cause another spark from the contact. You close your eyes as you feel reality shift around, and when you open them again you are standing in the alley behind the bar. The two of you walk around to the front of the building, Gabriel’s hand lingering on your sleeve, the warmth from his touch slowly sinking through the layer of fabric.

You walk in and stand in the doorway for a few seconds as your vision adjusts to the sudden dimness. As you look around, you are surprised by the rather sizable crowd in the bar. It may be Saturday, but its barely 2:30 in the afternoon, you weren't expecting the town to have so many day-drinkers. The bar is rather large, bigger than the other two you had already gone to with the boys.

As you and Gabriel head up to the bar, you notice why the place is livelier than you thought it would be. Set up at the back of the building is a stage with a banner over it reading Karaoke Saturday. When you get to the counter, you find a flyer and quickly scan it for the start time. It started in a hour. You figure all the early birds are getting a head-start on fueling up on liquid courage.

You order a (y/f/a/d) and Gabriel orders a Purple Nurple, at which you just shake your head, having heard the story of how the boys first met Gabe over a decade ago. He slams back the shot, orders another and tells the bartender to keep them coming as you go to find an empty booth. Gabriel sits down, handing you your drink as he sets down his second shot along with the beer he ordered. You quirk an eyebrow up at him.

“You never cease to surprise me, Gabe. Beer and a drink that’s basically a cranberry-vodka? Neither of those are particularly sweet. I’d have figured you'd order something with an umbrella.”

“Nah. When it comes to drinks, the simpler the better. ‘Sides, it takes a lot more for me to even feel a buzz, remember?” He took a swig from the beer, letting out a contented sigh as he set it back down and looked at you.

You nodded at him in slight wonder and took a sip of your drink. You noted that the bartender hadn't skimped on the alcohol like most other places do. You made a note to yourself not to drink too much too fast. Didn't want to go making a fool of yourself, now did you?

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An hour and two drinks later, you were feeling well relaxed as a man got up on the stage and announced the start of the karaoke, calling up the first person on the list. As the music started, you couldn't help but smirk as you recognized the beginning of The Offspring’s ‘You’re Gonna Go Far Kid’. It was one of the songs that never failed to make you think of Gabriel. You looked over at him to find him considering the stage with a wistful smile on his face.

You went up to the bar to get another drink, letting the music surround you. The guy singing wasn't half-bad, and it sounded nearly as good as the original. By the time you got your drink and headed back to the booth, the next person headed up to the stage. The opening guitar work of Pat Benatar’s ‘Invincible' rang out from the speakers as you sat down.

The power of the music and your third drink thrummed in your veins, making you bolder than you had thought possible at the moment. You considered yourself for a second before turning your attention to Gabriel.

“Hey, Gabe, you ever done karaoke”, you asked the archangel, a nervous flutter running through your chest.

“Of course”, he replied. “Hard to spend so many centuries down here and avoid that gem of human creation. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was wondering if you'd like to do a duet with me”, you asked with hope in your eyes.

“Huh. Sure, cupcake. What did you have in mind?”

You flashed him a quick smile as you got up to find the sign-up sheet. “It's a surprise. If you don't know the words already, I'm sure you can just snap them into your memory.”

You signed the both of you up and went back to the booth, determined to be just buzzed enough to push back any lingering doubts and fears by the time they called your names. Over the course of the next half hour, you finished off your drink and two shots of whiskey, feeling pleasantly tipsy but still sober enough to talk without slurring. Your nervousness abated, you watched Gabriel closely as he consumed more Purple Nurples. As the current song faded, you straightened up and prepared yourself mentally, knowing you were next on the list.

The man came back on stage and called out your names. Gabriel got up first and reached a hand out to you to help you out of the booth. As your hands touched, instead of the electric shock you had experienced this morning, you felt a tickling warmth spreading from his hand to yours and up, throughout your body. You smiled up at him and the two of you made your way up to the stage.

The man in charge handed you your microphones and you waited for the song to start. As the name of the song appeared on the screen, Gabriel let out a small laugh and looked over at you. “Really, sugar?”

“What, it's one of my favorite movies! It makes a perfect duet.” You crinkled your nose and held in a giggle.

The two of you turned to face the bar patrons as the words to “Elephant Love Medley” showed up on the screen.

Hoping the crowd was buzzed enough not to care that the beginning of the song was more talking then singing, Gabriel began, taking of course, the part of Christian, while you would be his Satine.

“Love is many, splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love.” His voice carried through the speakers, a voice that at the same time as being non-threatening, commanded to be listened to.

You gulped and quickly put on the British accent that you were quite proud of as you spoke out your part. “Please, don't start that again.”

Back and forth you went as the music kicked in. When the time came to actually sing, he turned to face you. You noticed he was acting just like Christian did in the movie, right down to the hand gestures, so you decided to do the same. Chuck knows, you've watched the movie enough times to have Satine’s part memorized.

You turned away from him at the line “You crazy fool, I won't give in to you” and back again at his spoken “Don't”, now fully immersed in the performance. What you hadn't expected was the way your heart clenched as you looked into his eyes as he softly sang out “dont leave me this way”. You took a breath as you quickly prepared for the next verse, praying your voice wouldn't be as shaky as you suddenly felt.

“You'd think that people would've had enough of silly love songs.” You managed to squeak out, thankful that this part of the song was softly sung in the movie too.

“I look around me and I see it isn't so, oh no.” Gabriel took a step toward you as he sang.

“Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.” Breathe in, breathe out, don’t look him in the eye.

Another step. “Well, what’s wrong with that”, step, “I’d like to know”, step, his hand reaching out to you and caressing your chin, nudging your face up to look at him, “’cause here I go, again.”

As his verse continued, you could feel the warmth from his touch spreading through you once more, your nervousness ebbing away and your heartbeat calming again. You stared back at him, leaning in to his touch, your resolve to see this through hardening. Smirking, you sang back at him.

“Love makes us act like we are fools. Throw our lives away, for one happy day.”

“We can be heroes”, he belted out, his hand sliding away from your chin, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Just for one day.”

Slipping back into the scene you were playing out, you turn away from him, shaking your head. “You, you will be mean.”

“No, I won’t.”

“And I, I’ll drink all the time!” You prepared for the next few lines, reminding yourself it was just a song, he was just performing for the crowd.

“We should be lovers”, he crooned.

“We can’t do that.” You looked back at him, your head cast downward, looking up at him through your lashes.

“We should be lo-oo-overs,” Gabriel grabbed your hand, pulling you around to face him, caught up in the song just as much as you were. “And that’s a fact.”

“No, nothing would keep us together.”

“We could steal time, just for one day.” The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine as you continued singing to each other, forgetting that there was anyone else in the room.

“We could be heroes, forever and ever”, your voices joined together in a delicious harmony that would’ve given Nicole and Ewan a run for their money.

As the operatic crescendo built up around you, you felt your heart thumping loudly in your chest and you could feel a tingle of electricity coming from his hand again. This time, it didn’t shock either of you but instead was gentle and soothing. Neither of you noticed when the music ended. You just stared at each other until the noise of the applauding crowd broke through and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. You smiled at Gabriel and quickly ducked your head as you felt a blush rising to your cheeks.

“Gabriel and (y/n), everybody!” The announcer came back on stage to retrieve your mics and the two of you headed back to your booth.

“Wowzers, (y/n), I had no idea you could sing like that! You should do it more often.” Gabriel looked at you warmly as you sat down. “Let me go get you something to drink, you must be parched after that performance. Another one of those?” He gestured at your empty glass.

“No, I’ll have a beer this time, thanks Gabe.”

As he went to get the drinks, you took the moment alone to contemplate the craziness that had just occurred. You were ecstatic that nothing had gone wrong up on stage, you had gotten through it without completely embarrassing yourself. But, those looks Gabriel had given you had thrown you for a loop. You were wary not to get your hopes up that the lyrics of the song had meant the same to him as they had to you. You were glad that the two of you were able to finally get along and didn’t want to push the issue and end up ruining everything again. Unfortunately, you also had a nagging curiosity about why his touch no longer shocked you, but still emitted a type of energy you hadn’t yet encountered with other angels. It might be because he was an archangel, but you had a feeling it went deeper than that.

You were brought back from your thoughts as you saw Gabriel coming back with the beers, and you smiled at him as he handed you one of them. “You know, you were pretty awesome yourself, up there. I guess I should’ve expected it though, seeing as how you are the archangel of languages.”

“Heh. Well, someone’s done their homework, haven’t they? And, yes, singing happens to be one of my many talents.” He flashed his flirty smirk and raised his eyebrow.

The two of you drank your beers and listened to the next three performers in silence, this time just enjoying each other’s presence, no trace of the normal awkwardness you usually felt. After you finished, you asked Gabriel to snap you back home, not wanting to travel past the mellow buzz you felt into the nauseously drunk category. Gabriel went and paid the tab and you walked out and back around to the alley you had arrived in. Once again, you closed your eyes as reality bent around you, waiting till you felt ground firmly beneath your feet before opening them again.

Gabe’s Babes: @liloldlou @calamitychaos

Rich’s Bitches: @warlockwriter @archangelgabriellives @green-draws0 @waywardtricks @hankypranky @briars-glenn @thewhiterabbit42

Invisible Touch: @somewhatnatural @missihart23 @whodoesntlovefanfics @baritonechick @nobodys-baby-now @marichromatic @black-angel-bahamut

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#invisible touch #ch.5 #gabriel x reader #spn #gabriel #gabe #gabe x reader #spn fanfic

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bloodpacks-archive · 7 years ago

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Don’t Let Go (ii)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: One incident after another, and Fate and Coincidence aren’t sure how to cooperate with each other.

Warnings: Death of side character (it’s real obvious if u know anything about spider-man), mentions of bullying, there’s an argument and people are sad sometimes

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

A sharp note rang out. It was loud, nearly unbearable. When Fate first heard it, she felt her stomach twist. It was that kind of sound; a sound that shook fear within you and created an air of unease.

It was only a few moments later when Fate heard screams. They hung in the air, begging for people to listen. This is what caught her attention. With a wave of her hand, she allowed a view of the atrocity to form before her.

There sat May and Peter Parker, watching as paramedics surrounded Ben. Peter held May as they both sobbed shamelessly. Red and blue lights scattered across the scene and reflected on their faces. Worried neighbors and terrified friends sat in silence as police asked them questions.

“The poor kid,” Coincidence sounded from behind Fate. She shook her head and turned to meet his eyes.

“Did you have anything to do with this?” Fate asked. She wasn’t accusatory, and she didn’t attempt to be. She knew his answer already.

“No, I was busy,” Coincidence replied. This was not the answer Fate was expecting. Looking back on it in that moment, she realized she should have known by his level of ease, how he knew that he could’ve done nothing.

“Can I know what you were doing?” Fate turned to look at the scene again. Peter’s face was red, and his breaths were quick.

“I was helping some homeless kids. There just so happened to be a very nice woman who brought them food and clothes,” Coincidence answered with a shrug. Fate nodded and felt Coincidence walk up beside her. “I’m hoping that’ll give me a free pass?” He said with a small lilt in his voice.

“Coincidence, you have a busy job. I can’t expect you to try to save Peter at every turn. I just hope the poor kid won’t have any mental trauma after this,” Fate said. She brought her hands up to her neck and began to fiddle with the silver necklace around her neck. She had a feeling that this death may have been her own fault as well. Coincidence recognized the nervous mannerism and reached a hand up to rub Fate’s shoulder comfortingly.

“He’ll be okay,” He whispered as he looked on at the image of Peter and May.

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Y/n sat in her room, impatiently tapping on the edge of the book she was reading. She could just barely hear the sirens that still sat outside, and Peter had yet to write anything else. She cut it down to coincidence, but part of her still felt her heart being tugged to concern.

She had a television in the corner of her room turned on for background noise. However, the sound of the Breaking News jingle caught her attention. She looked over to see a woman with black hair and a white suit appear on the screen. Her face was solemn, and Y/n already knew what this would be about.

“Benjamin Parker, age 38, was murdered this evening after a burglar broke into his house. According to witnesses, the murderer is said to be a white male with blonde hair, around 5 feet 10 inches, and 160 pounds.” A rough illustration popped up on the screen next to the reporter. Y/n studied it, but had no recognition of the man, “If you see anyone who matches this description, please call the police and bring justice to this terrible situation. Back to your regularly scheduled news program,” The woman, Sarah Tremay as the scrolling bar below said, vanished off of the screen and was soon replaced by a weather report.

Y/n was frozen as she watched the screen continue to show to regular news. She knew a Parker. She couldn’t remember his first name for the life of her, but the last name Parker was familiar. Then she remembered, Parker was a boy in her grade. She didn’t have any classes with him, but the incessant bullying from Flash made everyone know his last name.

“Poor kid,” She whispered to herself. She looked down again at her arm where her soulmate had written his last message. It was still unfinished, and the slash across her skin stared at her unforgivingly. She grabbed the pen nearest to her and wrote out a message. It was simple enough, but she never got an answer back.

Are you okay?

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“Did you hear about what happened to Ben Parker?” Was about the only thing Y/n heard as she walked through Midtown High. After all, he was all over the news. The all too recognizable and kind face was brought to the forefront of everyone’s minds. Soon enough, Y/n’s friend appeared beside her, asking the same question everyone else was asking.

“Of course I heard about him, Sam,” She said to the blonde girl who shifted nervously on her feet beside her.

“God, it’s heart breaking. You know his nephew goes to this school?” Sam said, looking around to make sure the boy wasn’t anywhere near them.

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t remember his first name, but Parker rings a bell,” Y/n replied while opening her locker. She began grabbing her books out when Sam piped up again.

“I don’t think I know his first name either. I mean, ‘Penis Parker’ seems to be a common nickname from Flash, but I don’t think I know his actual name,” Sam realized, almost whispering it to herself.

Suddenly, the hall quieted. The gossip of today seemed all to loud and the whole school came to a standstill. Y/n turned, and there walked two boys, all too aware of what was happening around them. One of them, Y/n knew as Ned Leeds. He was in her English class, but was quiet and reserved unless spoken to. The other, while Y/n didn’t know him, didn’t need an introduction. She already knew that it was Ben Parker’s nephew; everyone knew that. After what happened last night, and the boy’s low hung head, no one needed to ask.

Even Flash knew this was no time to tease him, and while he did begin to say something, he quickly shushed himself and looked away. Y/n felt her heart ache for this poor boy that she didn’t even know. From what she’d heard, he seemed sweet enough, and he was smart, entirely capable of getting into any college that he wanted. She looked over at Sam, who was giving the boy a concerned look.

“Should we do something?” Sam asked, turning to Y/n. Her green eyes which were normally filled with an optimistic spark were now sad, and almost looked watery.

“I don’t even know what to do. Isn’t he an orphan?” She whispered. And suddenly the silence of the school was broken, and it was back to the man who had graced Queens but had now passed all too soon. She looked at where the boys once were, and saw that they had turned into a classroom and shut the door.

“Yeah, only his Aunt is left apparently. It was in the newspaper this morning, my dad was reading his obituary,” Sam said. Y/n turned back to Sam and was going to say something but was soon interrupted by the bell ringing. So, she quickly said her goodbyes and left Sam and the problems of the Parker boy far behind her.

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“He’s going to get himself killed!” Fate exclaimed to the man who stood in front of her. Today, she had come to Coincidence, and now stood in his vast library. Shelves surrounded both of them, and while the books had no labeling, Fate was sure that Coincidence had no problems knowing what was in each one. Now, he sat in his desk, his glasses perched upon his nose and his face expressionless as he wrote down something in an endless book.

“He has powers, you know,” Coincidence said simply. Fate stood in silence, blinking at Coincidence with a shocked look upon her face.

“He what?” She questioned. She could now feel her blood boiling. What had Coincidence done?

“Lab accident, radioactive spider, it really was a fun thing to watch,” Coincidence replied. Fate was fuming, but she took a breath and stayed calm. “He’s doing good anyway, or rather, now he is. Ever since Ben died he’s been swinging through the streets and helping out old ladies. He’s practically doing my work for me!”

“He’s in danger!” Fate said, standing her ground. This made Coincidence raise an eyebrow.

“Clearly it was his… fate to be a hero,” He replied. A smirk coated his face and Fate had to resist the urge to slap it off.

“Sure, he may be running into the path of justice, but he’s also running away from his problems! For all we know, he has mental trauma. He lost his parents and his uncle. The only thing he has left is an Aunt who just lost her soulmate!” She was practically yelling at this point, but she couldn’t find it within herself to care. Coincidence was being insensitive.

“You didn’t care this much when Tony Stark had all his mental problems,” Coincidence mumbled under his breath, “Or when Steve Rogers lost his best friend, or when Bucky Barnes was being tortured, or when mental illnesses began booming in teens. Where were you for all of that? Have you ever considered that maybe this one kid isn’t all I care about?” Coincidence stood up and walked around the library that surrounded them. He pointed to a stack of books, “This is a list of lives of all the people that died in World War II, ever consider that I was busy then?” He then walked to another area of the library and looked at a giant book shelf.

“And this here? This is every single person in the world who suffers from a mental illness, trauma, a terminal illness, or other kind of life altering problem. So, I guess you could say I’m a little busy,” Coincidence snapped.

“I never said you weren’t busy! I have always said that you have a difficult job-“ Coincidence cut her off.

“You’re right, I am busy. I don’t just sit on a cloud and bless children with soulmates! I actually have things to do. So I’m sorry if I don’t have every second of my existence to look upon Peter Parker and make sure he isn’t getting killed,” Coincidence and Fate stared at each other as an uneasy silence filled the room.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Fate whispered. Coincidence’s face softened and he walked closer to her.

“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap like that,” He said and reached out a hand to her shoulder in an act of comfort.

“No no, it’s fine. I’m just going to go look after Peter. I’ll see you later,” Fate said and turned before disappearing out of the library.

—————

Y/n once again sat out on the balcony. No snow fell today, but unplowed sidewalks were covered in it. Once again, she sat and drew on her arm, hoping that Peter would eventually reply back. Her drawing was full of loops and leaves, but was simply a way to get her mind off of all that had happened today.

Despite not knowing this Parker boy, she felt a strange need to help him. In fact, she wanted to help him in any way that she could, but by the time she had this courage, she witnessed him leaving the school with puffy eyes and a red face.

Y/n paused her drawing for a moment and looked out at the skyline of Queens. The winter sun was beginning to set, and put an orange hue on every building that surrounded her. Just around a building, she saw something swing past. She curiously looked on at the thing that swung between buildings.

She soon recognized it as a person. Her eyes widened as she saw him continue to weave in and out of her line of sight. Something shot out from his hand, and he continued to swing between the large towers that surrounded him. He was coming closer, but eventually turned off and went into an alleyway. Y/n sat there in shock for a moment. It was crazy, she could have sworn she was going insane. But she knew what the saw. Y/n picked up her pen quickly before writing on her arm, half to make sure that she could feel the pen and wasn’t just dreaming, and half to make sure that someone else knew what amazing thing she just witnessed.

You will not believe what I just saw

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smiley-yuta · 8 years ago

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stargazing w/ taeyong

☼ requested — yes

a CONCEPT i am here for

sooooo,,, side note.. i’m sorry i’ve been inactive for like the last month schools been a bitch and i’ve been on thanksgiving break for the past week and i’ve legit just had no motivation to write so i hope yall enjoy this and have a great time reading it :)))

plus i’m sick rn so i kinda wanna die????

okay first

how yall got here in the first place

soooooooo,,,,, there’s this astronomy class that both of yall are taking

you bc you really super super duper love the stars and the different ways they work and how they came to be

taeyong bc it was something he had to take for the credits; he loves science but of COURSE the only science course left is the one branch of science he simply cant wrap his mind around

its not that he hates it but its that he hates it

so here yall are

you being the professors star student, someone he absolutely adores and considers one of his brighest students

taeyong,,,,, not so much

in fact hes barely maintaining a c in the class and is on the brink of having three mental breakdowns all at once

he goes to the professor after class:

“plead elleaspelspdlel i need to bring my grade up i cant have a c in this class”

obviously, the professor gets to thinkin

brightest student in my entire career of teaching + desperate student willing to do anythinf to raise his grade = a++++

a match made in heaven

he calls the both of you into his office after the next class, explains the situtation to yall and wants to make sure you’re both on board

he leaves u two alone to chat about different plans to meet up and what yall will talk about and look over at each one

eventually

yall get super close and are super good friends

you offer him moral support before every test you guys take and start becoming the bestest duo after his grades start to rise

finally, the final comes around and after both of you take it and he ends up passing w flying colors !!!! he starts to plan a little celebration between the two of you

hes so grateful you came around and started to tutor him and be someone he considers a long time friend not to mention the little romantic feelings that began to spark in

he started buying little things and planning to bake different treats for you to try

after about a good two weeks of planning and no help from his roommate jaehyun besides a bunch of encouragement about how hes finally gonna smash after those late nights of studying

the guy calls u up and tells you to meet him at around 10 at this specific park

you’re like “hell yeah bby i’ll see u then”

he is on his a game

i’m talking getting ready as soon as he hangs up on you

showering, shaving, getting dressed, hating what he’s wearing, changing, etc

just a long list of events leading up to you arriving at the entrance where theres a trail of little cutout cardboard glow in the dark stars and planets leading you through the park to where tae is standin, waitin for u

ur in AWE

there he is

standing in a button up and jeans and a crooked tie with messy hair like he rushed to complete everything and you basically meLTED when you saw the little picnic he set up

you are about to cry when he comes up to you and hugs you and tells you to sit down and eat all you want and ur legit about to punch youreslef bc hes so fuckitn cute

he puts his arm gently around your body to rest his hand on your shoulder and push your head against his shoulder and yOURE LEGIT BLUSHING SO MUCH MY G O D

he whispers a bunch of stuff about how amazing you are and how much he appreciates everythinf youve done for him

,,,,and how much youve made him appreciate the stars and the beauty of them

but youve also helped him notice you and how beautiful of a person you are

so yall are laying down

his head in your lap while your fingers are playing w his messy hair

you guys are just staring at the sky

he challenges you to a game of finding different constellations and the loser has to buy dinner for the winner

he loses and is all pouty about it

trying to playfully give you the silent treatment to “teach you a lesson”

you play along and soon hes begging you to speak to him saying he was just kidding around

“come on you know i was just joking right hahahha please talk to me i’m lonely”

lots of snuggling

and by lots i mean

l o t s

idk when but you can bet that by the end of the night he’ll somehow find a way to compare your eyes to the stars

doesnt matter how he does it but he Will do it you can bet on it

he’d never want the night to end and would say how much he’d wish he could stay w u :(

of course yall would have to go home

so he’d offer to drive u back to ur apartment and yall would mess around during the drive back

youd arrive to ur place,,,, both of yall bein shy and shit

and then hed reach for his back pocket and pull out a lil flippy jewelry holder and open it for u and its a fUCKING NECKLACE OF A STAR THIS FUCKING DUUUUUUUDE MY G O D

hed spin u around and put it on u

LIKE THAT GODDAMN SCENE IN HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL BETWEEN TROY AND GABRIELLA FUCK

AND HE HAS A MATCHIN ONE THATS A PLANET

YOUD GIVE HIM SO MANY HUGS LIKE OH MY GOSH U CANT BELIEVE UR WITH THIS BABE

soon hed be like,,, “uhhh gtg bye bye lol”

his ass would peck your cheek and run the fuck away

though im sure hed drop something or trip and end up having to stay longer and further bury himself in his embarrassment

yall would just be the cutest kids i cant

i cant think of anything else so tis the end of this thingy

have a great day guys <333

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noussommeslessquelettes · 8 years ago

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what are your most recommended klance fics?

Oh gosh I’ve read so many Klance fics and so many of them are so good so this is by no means an exhaustive list

I mean I’d like to give a special mention to my fics to start this list off (if u haven’t already read them that is ^^;;;)

(note: I’m gonna include some fics that have sha//ura in them only if the fic was written before Wondercon, when we learned about a//ura being a teenager. I don’t think it’d be fair to exclude those authors’ works from the list, given that the general consensus before WC was that she was an adult)

Drive Like You MeanIt

[Multichap] (Mature rating,minor Sha//ura) [Multichap] Lance and Keith are rival street racers. I’m always weak for sports AUs (yesmotorsports counts in my mind as a sport), and I have a soft spot forautomotive racing. This fic is a really entertainingread that explores the dynamic between Lance and Keith, and I reallyappreciate how well the racing scenes are written in terms of action.

Scattered Stars

[One-shot] Not avery long fic, but I really appreciate how the author employsdescriptive language to explore Keith as a character, particularly inhow this relates to how he sees Lance. My favourite lines from thisfic go from “Lance was like the moon…” to “… they don’towe you anything.” Particularly that last line has me like fuck HOWdo people come up with this in their minds???

Running Flat

[Two-shot] (Minorsha//ura) Team Voltron finds out someone has a crush through the mindmeld. This fic was super cute and sweet. The characterisation wassomething that really stuck with me when it comes to Team Voltron asa whole (like I think sometimes we forget as a fandom that theGarrison four are just kids???), how the characters all play off eachother and poke fun. It also does a good job of going into Keith andLance’s insecurities surrounding their feelings towards oneanother.

Today, Anew

[Multichap] (MajorCharacter Death… sorta; It isn’t permanent) Keith’s stuck in atimeloop, and at the end of every loop Lance dies. I’m sO weak forangst, and this fic is chock-full of it. I’m always wary of MajorChara Death because no u can’t hurt my babies, but this fic doesn’tend with the character dying so unless you’re really sensitive tothe physical act of death, you should be gucci to read this. I reallylike the characterisation of Keith in this fic, it really does a goodjob of exploring how his aggressive attitude translates into fierceprotectiveness, and it really makes you empathise with how hisdetermination turns into frustration and in turn to desperation.Happy endings are had which is imo a necessity for heavy angst.

Don’t BreakConnection, Baby

[Multichap] (Mature,minor Sha//ura) Keith is a phone sex worker, and Lance prank callshis line one night. Really enjoyable and unique premise. It’s afairly popular fic too, and definitely worth a read if you’re overeighteen (highly NSFW due in no small part to the premise)

Glass Lion Menagerie

[One-shot] (Mature,graphic depictions of violence) This is a bit more of a Keith ficthan a Klance fic, but honestly it’s one that’s really stuck inmy head. I was hesitant to read this at first given the premise(spoiler: Trans!Keith finds out he’s pregnant, has a bit of aninternal crisis, then gets violently injured by the Galra—no damageis sustained by the fetus), but I am glad I did. It explores a verydifficult topic with respect and tact, and the characterisation feltvery real to me. I don’t think it’s a fic everyone canread/enjoy—it is a fair bit graphic—but I’m very happy to havegiven it the benefit of the doubt.

Please DrinkResponsibly

[Multichap] (Mature,alcohol) Lance insists he never blacks out, and intends to prove itusing a checkpoint system administered by Keith.Competitive friends Lance and Keith? Pining Keith up the wazoo? Lancebeing an oblivious mess? Sign me the fuck up. Another fairly popularfic, this one’s a must-read if you’re over 18(!!!) and alrightwith some smut.

Of Backups andOutcasts

[One-shot] Lance,prince of Altea, sets out to prove himself by rescuing an injureddragon, who he discovers isn’t entirely what he appears to be.Really cool and interesting premise! I’m not one for high fantasyif I’m being honest, but this fic kept me hooked from start to end.Another really good exploration of how Keith and Lance play off eachother as characters, as well as who Lance is as a character in hisown right, trying to prove his place in his world.

Kitchen-Roll Rockets

[One-shot] Anotherfic that has a really good grasp of descriptive language. I love howit explores the transformation of Keith and Lance’s relationshipthrough the years, and how Keith himself develops his sense of selfthrough his upbringing.

Bus Buddies

[One-shot] Lancehitting on Keith, and just some good old-fashioned mutual courting.Also the ending is really cute??? Like super cute.

Time to Intervene

[One-shot] Blue andRed are tired of their paladins bickering, so they take matters intotheir own hands. Suuuper cute portrayal of the Klance dynamic, andall around just a really good story.

Foreign Scenes

[Multichap] Gotcaught up in a bit of my own wanderlust reading this fic. Angrystrangers to fast friends to lovers, enough mutual pining to keep megoing for about a month, and really cute and supportiveHunk/Pidge/Shiro trying to help these two just let themselves behappy and in love.

Let’s Talk AboutAUs

[One-shot] I had adream something along the lines of this fic after watching seasontwo, so imagine my delight when I found that someone had written it!I love how Slav just Knows, and he’s waiting for Keith to figure itout, it’s a fic I could totally see happening behind the scenes incanon.

And the fics I’m currently subscribed to are as follows:

There is no Lube inSpace (Mature, sexually explicit content, graphic depictions of violence)

The Quiet

The Arch Project

Something Just Like This (Mature, sexuallyexplicit content)

Perihelion

On Thin Ice

Moonset Deep

Misdialed

Live for the Fight (When it’s All that You Got)

Laughter Lines

In Your Shoes

Gold Dust

Ethereal

Crowd Pleaser (Mature, alcohol,drug use, sexually explicit content, abuse, anything else that uwanna avoid has been tagged by the author so)

Conspiracy Theorist

One Last Spark

Nude Modeling isn’t Romantic

If you have any fic recommendations for me, feel free to send them in! :D

#Anonymous #demandez la squelette #I apologise if I missed any warnings I did the best I could to remember >.>#I mean as always you should check out the tags of the fic for yourself just to be safe #voltron #klance #long post

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